The Things In The Old Closet

One by one they gathered,
Till it seemed that it would burst,
The things in the old closet,
Seem to be getting worst.
One more coat and maybe some boots,
Most of the items, gathering dust,
May never be worn or used again,
Just sitting there collecting oder and rust.
Can't give them to someone you know,
Can't just throw them away,
Cause all the things in the old closet,
May be well needed again someday. 
Remember ma's old purple jacket,
With the buttons the colour of blue,
And how about pa's old hunting cap,
Gosh thats still pretty near new.
The old fishing boots and sneakers,
A cleaning would do them just fine,
Wouldn't tell them form brand new,
And now these items are all mine.
All the things in the old closet,
 I can't bring myself with them to part,
One day the closet will burst open wide,
And that then, will break my heart.
It's ok to part with them today,
The things in the old closet, you know,
For over the years you'll collect things,
From every where else you will go.