Spring Cleaning

Goodbye old friend it is time to go
Now that spring has melted the snow

The sunlight and rain brought freshness again
So it is time for spring cleaning to begin

It seems each year it is out with the old
Many things at a yard sale to be sold

Pots, pans, old clothes, shoes, and hats
Trinkets, tools, and a little of this and that

Someone will buy you and take you home
They will cherish you as their very own

Your time is only finished here and now
You’ll have a good life out there somehow

I don’t know what I’ll do now it’s true
I’m not sure I can live without you

Maybe with some fixing and a bit of a shine
I can make you last just a little more time

I think I will keep you just one more year
I would miss you too much, I see it so clear

This is the same thing I said last year
So we can’t tell my husband he can never hear

He’d never understand I’m not a pack rat
But let’s see him part with his cracked ball bat

So it looks like you’re safe right where you are at
But next year, well… I’ll think about that!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Atanacio Avatar
March 10, 2009 at 6:01 AM
another gem-- spring cleaning hmm I'll still fall back LOL
Winter Avatar
March 10, 2009 at 5:55 AM
Yes indeed a reminder to start my own spring cleaning. Ugh, just the thought of it! ~lol~ Cute write! Love, Shar
Richards Avatar
March 9, 2009 at 6:25 PM
Very cute....gives me some incentive to get crackin' on my own cleaning out!! Out with the old...in with the new!! ~ love, Carrie
Johnson Avatar
March 9, 2009 at 3:38 PM
Cute couplet. Sounds like me. Its hard to part with stuff ven though it is not needed any more. Thanks for commenting. Lov, Joyce
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