Down-Sizing
Moving boxes now
Sorting through life's memories
Trying to balance
I feathered my nest
Filling the rooms of my life
With such fine objects
Stuffed into corners
Old emotions are guarded
Tears are welling up
I pick some things up
And put them back where they were
Letting go is hard
Hoarding is not good
What am I to do with this?
Now that I am here?
Things are not flowing
Even my words are jarring
No rhythm or beat
The order is wrong
I want to scream out loudly
"No, I can't do this!"
Possessions are lost
"Out of sight and out of mind"
You know what they say
But now that I'm here
I must try to sort this out
I can not keep it
Clearing out is good
I will feel better, after
All this has been done
Burdens of life's labors
Installment payments all made
Just to toss away
Surely, I am spoiled
Trying to hold on to the dream
Of larger spaces
I have twenty years
At least, I reckon I do
To let go of it
The tears are stinging
This is all such silliness
Crying over this
Today is the way
"Live in the here and the now."
You know what they say
Down-sizing creates
New environments for living,
Rooms for improvement
It requires courage
Each dusty thing was once loved
And now must move on
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