I've got this awful bunch of STUFF,
I don't know where it
I only know I've got too much,
And I know I am ashamed
Armed with a paper shredder,
And a trash can on the
I'd planned to clean out all my STUFF,
Taking one drawer at a
I started with a desk drawer,
I was amazed at what I
Scattered paper clips, and staples,
And rubber bands wound all around.
White reinforcements everywhere,
(Do they still use
And self-stick address labels,
Gosh, I had those by the
Outdated, unused coupons,
For Free or Half-off
Contest entries, not submitted,
Yet declaring I'm a winner.
Expired tickets, old programs,
Keys, identified and not,
A watch that won't keep time.
Poems of Helen Steiner Rice,
Erma Bombeck clippings,
Ann Lander's columns of advice,
And dried-up tubes of glue.
A package of Alyssum seeds,
A book containing diets,
aerobic exercise routine,
One day I'd planned to try it.
Some tired looking yellow pills,
I wondered what they're
Why aren't they in a vial?
How come they're loose within my drawer?
A hand-held calculator,
Meant to work on solar
But within that darkened space,
It would not run an
Address books and calendars,
A few old photos without
Which Christmas was that taken?
Was that my birthday cake?
Such as it is, I love my STUFF,
Which took me years to
When did you last see a roller skate key?
Now, mind you, this is just one drawer,
I have others that
can match it.
And some are wider, deeper, too,
They surely will
I guess I have a bunch of STUFF,
For which there is no
Once, everything was valuable,
And meant a lot to me.
But now, it's like an albatross,
That hangs around my
And what to do with all my STUFF,
I sure don't know, by heck.
We spend the first half of our lives,
And the last half, getting rid of them,
Oh, the troubles that
But cheer up, I have a plan in mind,
That serves me
My relatives aren't in touch as much,
Since I've become so
They rarely come; they seldom call,
We communicate on
I shed tears on the cards they send,
Then stash them all
And that's okay with me, I think,
For I have my
I plan to leave them all my STUFF,
Intact, in drawers, you
Let them sort through my awful mess,
Now off limits and
Perhaps they'll find what I can't find,
Lord knows what I have
So, my relatives can have my STUFF,
I don't mind a
In fact, I'm laughing right out loud!
LET THEM NEATEN IT!
Virginia (Ginny) Ellis