A depressingly paltry haul when you consider my experience:
Thirty five years,
Numerous homes, innumerable jobs,
A dysfunctional family,
A father who hoards -
What would he say?
And yet, there's no place for my lifetimes possessions.
Hilariously, it will fit into pilfered crisp boxes
Permanently borrowed from the local shop.
Photos, well-thumbed books, utensils I've never utilised,
Meaningless keep-sakes I can't bring myself to throw away,
CDs - long since played - and a stereo I don't want any more.
Soon to gather dust in a dark corner
Of someone else's loft.