Writers' Pantry and I thought we might need to consider the extraneous stuff we all accumulate, and what happens to it when we're gone. Submitted to Poets & Storytellers United May 2, 2021
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STUFF
Seems we think we never have enough
When drawers are full, we yet acquire more stuff
We don’t even recognize, I guess
that our accumulation has reached excess.
We rent a storage pod to take the overflow
when we run out of places for stuff to go,
keeping this and that and those, in fear
we might need them come next year.
Yellowed letters and forgotten lockets
Forgetting caskets don’t have pockets
Gotta remember when we talk to God
Tell him we’re coming with a storage pod!
Oh yes, too much stuff and the reason I love living as simply as I possibly can ~ I enjoyed the rhyme scheme of your poem // the caskets don't have pockets made me giggle out loud.
ReplyDeleteBwahahaha! The idea of walking into the afterlife and asking if they have room for our storage pod is just hilarious and so very human. You know? I think your poem is sign for me. I have a bunch of clothes I should give away. And every year I tell myself, "What about if I can use it some day?" I know I won't. So, here is me promising to let them go.
ReplyDeleteMy pack rat self needed to read this. I didn't buy anything since lockdown but I still have a sack of shoes under my bathroom sink, and many other things that won't fit in non-existent pockets of a casket.
ReplyDeleteMy problem is not hanging on to stuff because I might need it, but because there are some little bits and pieces of my life that are precious to me. Unfortunately, my kids don't care, so I keep trying to convince myself that I should just throw away the bits and pieces and be done with them.
ReplyDeleteThat's SO hard to do. I've some of those things myself, and I can't bear to part with them.
DeleteFinally, after almost half a century, My Beloved Sandra is coming around to my more Spartan approach to acquisition and accumulation. She told me yesterday she's pretty sure that she's ready to fill up my pickup and make a trip into the Goodwill Center. I almost fell over. (One load's a good START, though!)
ReplyDeleteGod would probably send the storage pods to the devil and let him deal with it all! LOL
ReplyDeleteA serious topic, written humorously. Imagine if caskets had pockets and if we could bring a storage pod to Our Father's "house!" I like Rommy's comment. :)
ReplyDeleteI keep putting off the necessary decluttering. I'm another you have made to face my sad procrastination and hoarding!
ReplyDeleteOr a U-Haul, I've heard of that. When we moved here we had a storage spot that held a car and junk. I sold the car and left the junk. I have not missed it. But still we need to downsize a lot more than that. Want to buy a 1974 Ford Mustang II with 67K miles?
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enjoyed your poem, with those catchy rhymes, and the humour in it. i really laughed out loud at the last line. :)
ReplyDeletei have throw out a lot of my stuff during the lockdown last year, but it seems there is still much clutter around.
I will have to order a bigger coffin then!
ReplyDeleteBev, your poem has reminded me of the de-cluttering I have to do once my head is clear of poetry!
ReplyDeleteWe just moved and downsized. I couldn't believe how much stuff we had. I'm much better at getting rid of it than my husband so we have a lot in the basement (which I will get rid of when he forgets it.)
ReplyDeleteGuess I'm 'stuffed' too!. Look HERE to see how true that statement is. lol
ReplyDeleteA timely poem for spring cleaning! Love your humour, too. 😊
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