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