It has the same meter as an old Evangelical hymn “Bringing In The Sheaves “. This the work I’ve been avoiding for several years.
There are books I planned on reading since I retired. Unread. There are interests I have yet to pursue, like drawing. What distinguishes this townhouse from a prison cell, other than square footage and freedom to come and go as I please?
My sons would ask why I kept this stuff, were they cleaning the house after my demise. I’m asking the same question now.
Time now to do the deed. Further reflection will come upon completion.
Dispatches From Dystopia 
One of my least favorite tasks.
yes what we treasure and have collected over the years , the next generation has no desires for. So do we clean up and consolidate to make their lives easier when we pass or hold onto to our treasures and enjoy the clutter around us.