Good To Go
Late one star-crossed summer's night
when I'd had more than enough
and only just in case
I was packing all my hard-won stuff
accumulated over more than several years
up to my ears there was indeed a lot of it
squashing jamming squeezing cramming
all in all a quite tight fit
as my entire worldly goods left in a taxi with me
something I now would like to know
who came up with the cliché and said,
'You can't take it with you when you go.'
Copyright © Martin Howard Samuel | Year Posted 2025
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