I relate to this, over time we collect too much. It weighs us down. One more thing to take care of, one more thing to clean, and perhaps a memory to let go of , or at least keep at bay.

I like this subject. Your AI is well-apportioned; even the man’s stature, hands on hips, boastful posture…flotilla of objects, noise. Good pair of words: “Goodbye Things” . . “Farewell Things…”. Aging is the propellant and you have applied it liberally here — it portrays the tonnage well, things for the things of the things and those can be the clamoring of ‘doing’ as well as ‘having.’ Your flourish at the end is elegant in depicting the ‘lift’ of releasing the weight of going, doing, having, and that release being connected to the maturity of finishing, of completing. Loved this one ~~ djl

My twin brother and I parted ways on that front. Throughout his life he has gathered, like your poem suggests, the accoutrements of success… psychologically, a psychiatrist would probably declare because he felt that he had to stand out from under the control that I had of him, even after we parted when he graduated college, got married and had his own life.

I never had an urge to have things, except those that were very useful, like the best lawn mower, TV and a car that would still look good and draw admirers after 20 years of hard use and loving care.

I accepted hand me downs and gifts for my kitchens and furniture after I was 30 and no longer able to just put it in the car and drive off to a new place of work. But I bought houses and designed and built one… not for curb appeal, but for quiet isolation and low maintenance and energy consumption.

I was and am in need of only what I need and use daily and I am selling all these things that I have in the house. Including all the books that I have acquired without buying hardly any.

I've just always been so different from my generation of conspicuous consumers. More interested in consuming life, travel and knowledge over stuff.

Ron

A reflection on the journey from materialism to simplicity, an aspiration that we should highly value in today's word that values the ever increasing appetite for material possessions, not to mention, status, money and all the rest of it. The poem invokes the need to "let go" to say goodbye to the weight of materials possessions. "Welcome simplicity. Hello clarity". Indeed clarity of mind and simplicity of our heart desires.
Excellent and yes, simple.