My Cupboard
Oh, I’ve got to clear out my cupboard.
There’s years of junk all thrown in.
The door won’t even close when I shove it,
There’s so much stuff that needs putting in the bin.
There’s a hat I wore to my brothers wedding.
That was thirty years ago I’m sure.
And there are manky old boots with the soles falling off
That I wore when I did my hiking tour
There’s a tennis racquet I had as a child.
Many a game I played with my mates.
But the strings are now few and the handle quite bent,
And it really looks quite out of date.
There’s old underwear and a great feather cap,
Which we used when we played Robin Hood.
There’s even the bow with the arrows all gone,
Which we made from an old piece of wood.
I’ve found the diary I wrote in my teens.
It’s full of the secret deeds that I did,
All the thoughts that I thought and the boys that I loved,
And the dreams that I dreamed as a kid.
So many memories I’ve got in that cupboard.
I would never have remembered them all.
But I can’t keep them forever in a mangled old heap.
Yes, the tip is my next port of call.