i know people think i'm a little crazy
because i get attached to things
but they don't understand
its not what it is, but the memories it brings
they look at my stuff sometimes
and say, "have a garage sale"
i shake my head, say, "not a chance"
"every item tells a tale"
in this disposable world
there is very little to get attached to
even relationships seem to have a lease
they never seem to last,
just pass through
so, let me have my 'junk'
and the memories that remain true
because
one day, you might ask
and i'll tell the stories to you
YOU ARE READING
200 Poems (completed Nov 25, 2016, 8:52am)
PoetryA challenge to write 200 poems between November 1 - December 31, 2016. Please support the others who have accepted this challenge. Follow them at #200poemchallenge. (completed Nov 25, 2016, 8:52am)