Clutter, clutter everywhere! <br />It's on my floors, it's on my stairs! <br /> <br />I can't even get from my outside in, <br />How did this clutter all begin? <br /> <br />I sort and toss, but still it seems, <br />It continues on its' upward stream! <br /> <br />Filling each nook and cranny full, <br />Of boxed up memories, that I've filled till full. <br /> <br />What is to become of all these things? <br />There is no happiness in my life it brings. <br /> <br />It's on the counters, and I think a table too, <br />I wouldn't know if I had one, <br />Can't see my way of clutter through. <br /> <br />I think I remember when it was that I did start, <br />Was a day long ago, when I received this broken heart. <br /> <br />So one by one, I 've compiled in halls, <br />Some comfort I have gattered, from it all. <br /> <br />But now as God gives my soul its' strength, <br />I want to unclutter my life and make some space. <br /> <br />I want to love again as I did with you, <br />And hope that my broken heart, <br />Will become unclutter too.<br /><br />Linda Winchell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clutter-8/
