Poem: Drawers

Drawers

It’s a weakness. Drawers.
Wooden boxes. Old ones.
Places to put things.
Hide them away.
They don’t have to be pretty
or perfect. Stains and scars allowed.
It’s not about hiding the mess,
merely organizing it.

About this poem

We all stuff things. It helps if we can organize it at the same time. Not so much to hide the mess of our lives, but simply to know where to go to find the mess we need at any given time.

Oh, and I really am a sucker for antiques with drawers and boxes.

Tom

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