Out With the Old
I once got a piece of advice
And you’d think that one time would suffice
But I didn’t take heed,
Not that I disagreed,
And so now I am paying the price.
The suggestion was each time you buy
Something new, with this rule you comply –
You must then give away,
Without doubt or delay,
Something old (or passé, they’d imply).
If I just could obey that command
Then I finally would understand
That my closets could be
No reflection of me
But like those Marie Kondo* had planned.
*the Japanese Queen of decluttering
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