Many folks are held back from moving to a better place when they retire because they have to deal with giving away, throwing away, or selling all the junk they have accumulated during the years.
What held her planted on the floor
When with the wind she’d rather soar?
Gadgets, gimmicks, gizmos, more
All once wanted, seldom needed
Friends she’d heeded
Material things that made her sigh
She never thought to wonder why.
A dream gone bad gave her a scare
No other image could compare
Junk chased and squeezed her everywhere
Her time and space it gladly stole
It took her goal
Her very soul…
Awake, she tossed away material things
That slowed her down and clipped her wings
To a simpler freedom now she clings.
Virginia L. Wylie