We can collect so much clutter over the years that when removal day looms the sight of it can be daunting.
I climbed into the dusty attic
For the first time in many a year,
And there before me to my dismay
Was so much junk that I just had to clear.
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The time had come to downsize,
And no way was there room for this mess
In our tiny new two bed-roomed cottage
And it was causing me much untold stress.
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Thirty years of rubbish had piled up
And was threatening to fall through the door.
All the ‘useful’ things I had put aside
Were now cluttering up the floor.
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Crockery collected for growing sons
I didn’t have the heart to throw out,
Despite the fact they now lived away
And their need for it seemed in some doubt.
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Toys and books and boxed up games
All had to be cleared away,
And the railway track and racing cars
Needed good homes without delay.
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Now the time had come to be strong
And fill black plastic bags to the brim
In the hope that once the job was completed
The attic wouldn’t look quite so grim.
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The work was not at all pleasant
As spiders undisturbed for so long
Started scuttling across the floor boards
Into places they did not belong.
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Finally the work was accomplished
And for disposal there were so many sacks,
But I knew that once they’d been collected
I would finally be able to relax.
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Christine Ramsay 29.5.10
great write n great flow 
Thats great Christine, my other half goes mad with me as i tend to keep things \’just in case\’ and they get put away and only come back out when they get thrown away! God help me if we had to move
Best wishes Aaron x
I bet there were a lot of memories though. Nice poem.
I just loved the simplicity of this write Great
Ha!ha! I can relate! Glad you were able to get it all cleared out!
I have a room full of boxes and stuff I don’t use .. might take it to the Salvos one of these days 
I hope your junk became another man/woman’s treasure Christine ~ liked this piece very much
Just have time don’t wait anyone. Hope you happy with your memories. Interesting post 
You sound like my Mom. A great piece, friend.
Hope you didn’t throw away *my* things, mum! 
Some of the “junk” is indeed hard to get rid of. Thanks for another great poem everyone can relate to.
It’s amazing how we can collect so much ‘junk’ through the years. But getting rid of this special kind of ‘junk’ is so hard to do when there’s so many memories that come to mind with each piece you pick up! I boxed up some ’special junk’ and gave it to my oldest daughter to split with her sister. Now they have the ‘junk’ plus the happy memories of when they gave me these things that might not be worth much to the rest of the world but are irreplaceable and beyond value to me!
very nice one again. I once wrote about the clearing of clutter (including the clutter of my mind)…I have many junk too.. when I clear something, to me is an “achievement” because it’s not easy to clear things as what we think, we also need “courage”, as we have the phobia of regrets later (for my case), but due to space constraint, we have to let go…
Great write Christine, I am the same, just can not seem to throw away my memories good or bad, but with your inspiration maybe..
but probably not.
I’m feeling this…
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