One of the unfortunate things about me is that as an artist, author, craftsman and lover of life, I have tended to be attracted to things on the side of the road people have thrown away. Of course being poor necessitated that also. Anyway, my garage has gotten so cluttered it is usless as a garage, thus prompting this poem. this poem is one of 30 from my book Acorns of Love and Wisdom that are posted by on my page here at Author's Den. Most are love poems
THE TREASURE CHEST
What confusion it is
To be a collector
In a living world
Where all things
Appear unique and desirable
Perhaps
I should declare
The world
My treasure chest
And leave things be
Until I take a walk
And examine my collection
I too wrote a poem like this, but I have not posted it here on the Den. I think that man's beginnings have contributed to making him into a packrat. Anyway, point well taken.
Hi Steve...you sound like my husband...I am a purger...he is a saver...wow..things sure pile up in a hurry...and it never fails..As soon as you finally throw something out....RIGHT... You find you need it and have to go buy it...LOL...been there...done that..nice poem..well done...floria
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