Sitting in my easy chair

I looked at 'things' around me

everywhere

Things collected through the years

Things we couldn't part with

it appears

A lot, I think we'd both agreed

Were things we really didn't

'need'

Yet here they sit, each in their place

Doing nothing more than

taking space

The kids will want them I hear myself say

But I know darn well

that'll be the day

Sure, a few items here and there

But for the rest

no one will care

All these things I've treasured so

In the end

where will they go?