Toss It
Years of daily planners
Boxes of reference cards
Photos of places and people
No longer recognizable
Out
Gadgets that work or don’t
Hook up wires to nowhere
Medical records and taxes
Earlier drafts of books
Out
Colorful CDs, culled,
Will, part-survive in play-lists
Any future additions must
Stand the test of space
Out
I keep jotted quotes
For further review, then
Most too will disappear
The same for photos
Books selected to stay
Are half of what they were
Journals I keep around
Ditto my trumpet music
Time alone, it seems, was
Insufficient to prove value
It grinds on and erodes
More of what’s left
No matter, small or large
Possessions aren’t essence
My life is fuller than ever
Now less encumbered
Charles B. Neff
7/24/16
My mother has downsized to a single room at 91. Last week, she took down all of the pictures on her corkboard and laid them on the bed because people had just kept putting more and more pictures up there in a jumbled fashion until she could see none of them very well. So, she put away or threw away some and put the rest up in good order. Now she has more room for future pictures.
In 1992, with the help of two hired helpers, I went through my academic papers and carried out several hundred pounds of excess. I even threw out some of my intellectual property. By that time, I was storing everything on my computers. In spite of occasional computer crashes and meltdowns, I have backed up my work and kept everything digitally. Before I go, it will probably be transferred to the Cloud. As for the junk around house. Someone else will have to throw that away. ;-)
Ron
PS. See if you can delete the repeated posting of your poem.