Moving

moving day

Hidden in closets
Now revealed for what they are
They’re just taking space.

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Declutter

first-world surplus

They appeared as a gift or purchase,
One wonders if mostly done by impulse,
Too much stuff for not much purpose
Other than create a first-world surplus.

All take up space,
Always in my face
For use only once in a while,
Not enough to justify the pile.

Off they go,
Time to let them flow
To those who can use them
And would find each a gem.

At one time they were a good buy,
Now I have to fare them good-bye.
Energy I must muster
To help me declutter.