It's that time of year again
To rid my house of junk
Boxes, bags, closets and such
The big old dusty trunk
I took on the attic, basement
Each and every room
Going through this and that
Junk has met its doom
Yard Sale, Garage Sale
Call it what you want
Treasures here, for someone else
No longer me, they will daunt
Yes, it's the Block Sale where I live
Everybody gets together
Come rain or shine, we're cleaning out
No matter what, the weather
"What's this?" I ask my daughter
"OH NO MOM!!
You can't get rid of that!"
To me it was a box of junk ....
In the bottom hid the cat
And, Cat was not happy at all
As I cleaned out all these spaces
What I saw as junk and mayhem
"Miss Kitty" saw as hiding places
I tossed and cleaned and got rid of
Everything, I could
Spic and span became each place
This house was lookin' real good
Priced to sell, everything
The crowd was big indeed
"Come on folks, step right up
I've got all kinds of stuff YOU need"
Now, this is where I get into trouble
My home now, all nice and neat
I decide to take a little walk
Up and down the street
"Oh Wow!!" I say with excitement,
"This is my lucky day
Look at all these treasures
People just givin'em all away"
So back to home, I go
Carrying a 'mother-lode'
"MOM!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!
EVERYTHING, WE JUST SOLD!"
"But, look at all this neat stuff," I say, smiling,
"Look at this, here and here ......"
"Mom, you know what you have done???
Just bought more junk to sell NEXT YEAR!!!"
Original Poem 9/08/04 - Revised 7/29/13
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Kathryn Sunday Davis
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