Collector's Disease Poem by bryan wallace

Collector's Disease



I've bought books I have never read.
Collected LPs I have never listened to,
Bikes that I've never rode.
Spare parts I will never need,
Tools that I've never used.
Odds and ends that will be useful,
On the day after I've thrown them out.

Oh damn you car boot sales -
My cheque-book you empty, my garage you fill.
Ebay is my best friend
Providing a useful service.
It keeps the postman in work.
Allowing others to clear their attic,
Whilst I fill mine.
I'm sure it will all be useful -
One day on the twelfth of never.

Wednesday, June 18, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Christian Hudak 19 June 2014

Wow, beautiful poem! Short, but the farthest thing from simple! Truly great (: I invite you to check out some of my own, and leave any advise for me as a writer, I would greatly appreciate it! Sincerely - Christian Hudak

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