The closets are filled with junk
Piles and piles of old things
Should have been sorted ages ago
Finally unlocking the door
Allowing the items to spill onto the floor
Like a scary sea of memories
Time that was never picked through properly
A few of the items are worn out and tattered
No longer of any use to me
Once had value, no longer has a place in my home
But many of these old things
The majority of the pile
Are still shiny and new as the day they appeared
Barely used but most needed
A few of my things are still good
