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© Rachel Green July 2025
Why do I clutch the trivia of life
and hoard like treasure relics of the past
the burden of it all still brings me strife
for who am I for history's repast?
My father hoarded everything he owned
for fear he might need such thinks again;
A wealth of ancient tools he never loaned
for fear of friendly neighbours turned insane.
And when he died, a massive hoard of crap
my sister's legacy to clear away
Everything he owned was sold for scrap
and all the things he prized most thrown away.
What will my children think when I am gone;
and who would want my paintings? I think, none.
© Rachel Green July 2025
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