And here is where <br />I store the flour and rice. <br />And here the silverware. <br />Here the bread, slice by slice. <br /> <br />Over there in the nook <br />is where I keep the dustbin and brooms. <br />Around the corner, look <br />and you’ll find the other rooms. <br /> <br />Everything in its place, <br />my mother always said. <br />If you can’t find for it a space, <br />throw it out instead. <br /> <br />Too many stars, <br />an excess of trees, <br />Too many cars, <br />park them, please. <br /> <br />But where do you store your heartache, <br />where is love sequestered? <br />How do you contain heartbreak <br />and dreams that have festered? <br /> <br />Oh, don’t worry about the gloomy past, <br />There’ll be plenty of room. <br />I’ll make a place for them at last <br />in the chambers of my tomb.<br /><br />Sonny Rainshine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sufficient-closet-space/
