Why do we panic so?

Why are we always late?

How come we lose things?

And accept it all as fate!

Blind men never miss buses.

The deaf can catch a train.

How come it works for them?

And for us it is such a pain.

We hear of thousands of people

Overcome by a gigantic wave.

Thousands of people

Consumed by despair.

Tragedy.

Everything destroyed.

Countless dead,

Millions to repair…….

But what if…..

What if this was in your head.

A gigantic wave of despair…..

Not destroying thousands

But all focused on one mind.

Just one.

You.

You are the only victim.

Everything else is gone

All that destructive power

Aimed at just one.

Why don’t we help him…..or her….or them?

There are those in this life

Whose need is protection from grief and strife.

And we empower some to do that work each day.

For we assume that the weak can not…..and will shy away…

We train some to do this task…

And seldom do we ask….

How or why or when…

But beware of little men!

Beware the good.

Beware the God fearing and the righteous

Beware the meek and humble

Beware the quiet

Beware those you laugh at

Beware those you ignore

Beware those to whom you pay no heed.

For when you feel strong

When you feel invincible

When you fear nothing….

And no man….

Then….

Then will those whom you do not fear

Rise up and consume you.

Moving house.

Downsizing.

Fitting quarts into pint pots

With lots and lots and lots

Of junk collected through the years.

The worst of all fears

Drowning in a sea of junk!

Everything from Art Deco to Punk

Bits and pieces

From sons and nieces

And daughters……oh….daughters..

and in the midst of all this chaos

One lone cry.

Why……oh why…..oh why…..

Did I tell her I found it in the loft!

I must be going soft.

It’s been there for ages

Even the wisest of sages

Didn’t know it still existed.

But still the cry……

Oh….don’t throw that away…..

Total dismay.

Send it to the tip or put it in the charity skip

We haven’t got the room.

Besides

If we keep it the kids will only have to sort it when we’re gone

And do you really want to do that to them?

And with the grandchildren……mayhem!

The best gift we can leave

Is a clean and tidy house

No junk….no ‘stuff’…

Just happy memories.