Clearing Out The House Poem by David Taylor

The wife and baby are away
so it seems a good time to clear out the house
and why delay let's start.
I am feeling ruthless tonight!

Now all this memorabilia filling up the room,
that aunty Mary's wedding gift, the flower we picked
the night we held hands, stared at the moon,
so many things that bring back thoughts
and make me swoon.
Out you go and non too soon!

Next I see the pig with shiny coins inside hid.
Yes ok money, you can go,
but when I looked around
all I found was what I owed
Well even better, out you go!

Well what's next; ah yes hope,
hope will be the next to go, and hope said
'hold on! You never know what will happen next,
and I will be your only friend.'
'Out' I said, 'no more promises for tomorrow,
and; I have no hope you will understand
but I know it's for the best.'
Hope said 'give me a second chance'
'NO' I said,
he dropped down, dead!

And then I saw lust.
'Oh' I said 'where were you hid?
And come and give me a great wet kiss.'
'now go to hell' I said
where your burning has been missed.
Lust fled.

Sweet Charity approached, softly spoke
'you can't cast me out.'
I thought a while and said
'look over there, you see that man
so fat and content, his name is pride.
When you dear Charity were at my side
you were feeding him instead! '
I took them both without remorse
and bidding them farewell said
'if you can go your separate ways
it really would be best.'

So what is left? ........
Then faith appeared,
'Well Done! ' he said
'I could not agree more
I am all you need to fight this holy war! '
'Sorry I'm not blind' I said
and hit him on the head.

I looked around and felt bare, bereft,
alone and lost.
A voice, such as I had never heard
filled my soul and said 'David what have you done? '
I said 'I knew without them all
You would surely come.'