My Precious Stuff
Where to put the stuff?
My wife says, “We’ve got enough!”
To throw it out is tough.
The garage is spilling.
The attic is filling—
But the barn is willing.
The answer is to reuse.
Do yard work in old shoes.
Retired towels polish pews.
Fix toys when they refuse.
Sell junk to pay dues.
She says, “It’s no use. Turn it loose.”
“Don’t keep it forever!”
I say, “Throw it away? Never!”
To keep it, I must be clever.
Copyright © James Tate | Year Posted 2015
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