Clean Your Room
It was fun
When I was young.
As I grew older it became more of a chore
That adults will not ignore.
Most of my stuff is attached to my heart strings
I can't keep my eyes from watering.
I simply can't bring myself to put anything on
The outside of my bedroom door
Here's a flash!
My stuff's not trash. It's my stash.
Who knows, if I keep it long enough it could end
Up on some museum floor
Greatly adored for evermore.
Copyright © Bette Bavington | Year Posted 2019
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