The closets are filled with junk
Piles and piles of old things
Should have been sorted ages a go
Finally unlocking the door
Allowing the items to spill onto the floor
Like a scary sea of memories
Time that was never picked through properly
A few of the items are worn out and tattered
No longer of any use to me
Once had value, no longer has a place in my home
But many of these old things
The majority of the pile
Are still shiny and new as the day they appeared
Barely used but most needed
A few of my things are still good
