By Bud Lemire
Comes in many ways I know
Items that you kept, that you no longer need
Takes up space in life's garden, pull it like a weed
Time to get rid of things, that have been put away
Never to be used again, it doesn't need to stay
It's not easy, to say goodbye to something in your home
I valued it more than I should have, I know I'm not alone
As the years go by, each item that is here
I look over carefully, some need to disappear
Hold it up, and bring it close to your heart
If it doesn't call out to it, then it must depart
Little by little, I rid myself of things
Each day I wake up, a little less it clings
Maybe someone else will value it, my time is done
So I'll pass it on, so they can have some of that fun
I'll keep what means the most, to my very heart
I know for me, that this is just a start
Every week, that I get rid of stuff that I don't need
Will be like life's garden, pulling out each weed
©June 16, 2022 Bud Lemire
Author Note:
No comments:
Post a Comment