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Pamela Pauley-Perreault
SPRING CLEANING
What a terrible, consuming thought and chore. But necessary to most of us.
It's time to clean out our thoughts, the stale ones that keep holding us back from doing things that we really want to do, or trying something new or different because we are afraid or not sure we will really enjoy it or have made a right choice, or whether it is cleaning out a closet, a storage locker, a room, or even cleaning out one's purse (a woman's thing, of course) or a desk drawer at work. And not to mention the cars that need to be cleaned, too.
I hope you will enjoy the following poems that reflect some of my thoughts.
STORAGE LOCKER
For years I've paid for a storage locker,
A home for my worldly goods.
If I had the money I spent each month
To house my worldly treasures,
A king I would be in a robe so regal
Endowed with moneyed pleasures.
But alas I chose poorly and paid the bill
To house cardboard, memories and rust.
My locker is bare, the checkbook is empty
And now I have holes in my pockets.
Pamela Pauley-Perreault
©1996
THINGS
Do you save "things" like my parents did?
Are you a collector of pretty "things"?
Of "things" that make you smile?
Of "things" you use once a year,
Or feather dust twice a year?
Does your collection grow and grow each year,
Do your "things" need their own separate room?
Are your rafters filled with boxes and cans,
Of things that you've never used?
When asked for a nail, do you say "which size,"
Then look in the old pill bottles?
Will your children have to sort through your "things"
When your last days on earth are done?
Will they praise your pictures,
Use your fly hooks and bobbers?
Or cry being overwhelmed?
Is it worth it to you to view all the treasures
Intended to bring you pleasure?
When in fact time was scarce, though ideas were good,
And you never enjoyed your treasures?
Will your son or your daughter feel duty compels
That they keep each and every scrap?
Dishonor your name or things that you liked?
No, they'll cry saving all of your "things."
Pamela Pauley-Perreault
©1996
RUBBISH
The junk I've collected over the years
Is sitting in boxes waiting.
I must sort it out, get rid of the bulk,
I'm starting a new life over.
The ten year old bills,
Receipts for the gas,
The Sunday newspaper ads
From many years past,
Can go to the trash.
I must get rid of the junk.
The cards I received, the people forgotten,
Take nothing but precious space.
The IRS papers from twenty years past
Belong in the trash barrel burning.
Report cards from youth, a pressed flower or two,
It's okay to keep such as these.
But the rubbish, the junk , it's going to go,
I’m starting a new life over.
Pamela Pauley-Perreault
©1996©
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If you've gained possession of the prized ivory,
the humble horn is no longer worthy.
The opportunist in us will discard what we have when a better alternative comes along.
Malay Proverb
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