A Packrat Poem by Walterrean Salley
A Packrat
Storing this,
And storing that.
Why be such
A packrat?
Clutter here,
And clutter there.
Piles of clutter
Everywhere.
Furniture, clothes,
Boxes, beads:
Stuff you don’t
Even need.
Always on a
Shopping spree,
But naught canst thou
Take with thee.
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A very funny piece, but all too real. So many of us are to a certain extent. Just gotta have my stuff. Thank you.
they say if you need to store it...you don't need it.....easier said then done!
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 6:10:03 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A very funny piece, but all too real for so many of us. Gotta have my stuff. But your beautiful poem sums it up: “Always on a Shopping spree, But from this world, Naught goes with thee.” Of all that we accumulate, we can’t take anything with us. Thanks for this lovely, insightful poem.