Spring Cleaning

(free verse poem)

It's time to clean out the attic,
do away with the old and uneeded.
I don't need the collection of past regrets,
just junk that holds no more value.
I'm dusting the windows,
blowing out the cobwebs,
and putting the unwanted into boxes.
All marked and ready to go to charity.
I have no use for broken toys,
clothes that don't fit or just worn out.
Knick knacks that have no purpose,
but to take space in my limited room.
When sifting through the clutter,
there is but few valuables.
I've hoarded too much of the garbage,
that it covers the treasures beneath.
So I'm cleaning out the attic,
to make room for more precious things.
The rest can go wherever.
It's wasted enough of my life.