Stuff, forgotten

Why is it that each time I try to look

For something specific in a nook

Of my home that seems to have cavernous space

I never find what I need, but in its place

I find a smattering of things that forgotten lie

Tools, trinkets, jewelry, pretty much anything under the sky

I am overjoyed at times, at other times dismayed

Because for a duplicate of something, hard-earned cash I’ve paid

Then I shake my head and marvel at all the stuff

That I keep buying, and yet it never seems enough

For my greatest first world problem I need

More self-control to rein in my greed

The money I spend languishes in objects of little use

Instead, spending my money on experiences I should choose


The ability to buy what I want is a privilege, of course

But I cannot keep track of my possessions, I am forced

To spend precious time and energy on trying to find

My things, it adds to the clutter in my mind…


For now, let me just try to enjoy my treasure

Finding beautiful old stuff has given me pleasure

Published by iheart11

A 30-something year old woman, physician by profession, fiercely passionate about work, family, travel and fashion..

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