This Might Become Valuable Stuff
Can't believe how much junk we collect
In our normal day to day living
Won't throw stuff out, may need it again
Napkins from last year's Thanksgiving
Hankies Mom used to keep in her sleeve
Smelled good but not anymore
Love letters from a sweetheart of mine
Old pictures we took by the score
Some preserves from the nineteen-sixties
They're sure looking kind of iffy
Don't open the jar for fear little animals
Will jump out and bite off your bippy
An argyle sweater my Daddy once had
The suit I wore at four years old
Walked down the aisle with the flower girl
When my sister got married I'm told
Junk we keep, cause someday we'll need it
But someday never quite reaches us
So we keep on gathering this useless junk
This “might become valuable” stuff
© Jack Ellison 2013
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2013
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