Woolen Testament
they used
to say if
there's a
will there's
a way and so
i tried not
to live with
materialism
but given now
at my age i've
accumulated
dated and what
i thought were
savable things
thinking how
could i
throw
these
memo
ries away
so my attic
fills as does
my basement
one mouse filled
the other mold damp
mouse traps and
a humidifier can't
make or keep
them to last
but what is
lost when they are
found by a stranger
the memory that
surrounds them
and grounds
their electricity
or some say
an aura but
before i go
there
i just have
to say i had
these things
as part of me
and so in sound
mind and body
both creaking
and cracking
i am passing
this stuffing
on to
my son
because
i willed it
in my will
it's so much
easier to give
these things up
when i go
belly
up
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2020
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