There they all are gathering dust,
so many memories of mine.
But let them go I really must.
I can do it, I will be fine.
I’ll have a go at the paper
that is piling up into hills.
It really will be a caper
to destroy those horrid old bills.
Then I will turn out my wardrobe,
clothes dating date back to eighty three.
They really have gone out of mode
and fitted a much smaller me.
Then there is my old bone china.
It suited me once I suppose,
but now I use some less finer,
I’ve gone off the old country rose.
We’ve been building and erecting,
while we let the family grow.
I’ve spent all my life collecting,
but now it’s time to let them go.
Those wasted years of spend, spend, spend!
I just cannot believe my eyes.
This gathering has all got to end.
It is time for me to downsize.
