Stuff

There’s so much stuff I do not need Yet still, I cannot trash it. If I bring one more item home, There’s no place I can stash it. I wish I had the wherewithal To toss it all away, Except for certain special things Which, naturally, could stay. And there’s the rub – for how to choose? I simply cannot do it. If I were gone, my husband, though, Would gladly hop right to it. I do not hoard, for I possess An average bunch of stuff But getting rid of half of it Would still not be enough.