A poem to summarize my feeling on the subject…..
Sorting and packing….
It could be fun but it is lacking.
What do you do with a lifetimes worth of stuff?
Do you throw it all away and call it fluff?
Little hands dig through the piles.
You look back and laugh at your former styles.
Can’t stay focused…
Wish I could do hocus pokus…
Just threw out some old cups!
Man! This sucks!