The Yard Sale

By Elton Camp

We must admit, to our disgrace

Have run out of storage space

We cannot understand just why

Things we don’t need multiply

See the clothes from when I was trim

Almost forgot that I was ever that slim

Shoes I bought that were a mistake

Darn things caused my feet to ache

Treadmill not been used for years

Because it slipped one of its gears

Since using it I so much dislike

Going to sell that exercise bike

Piles of purses by the score

My wife uses them no more

Set of dishes, chipped and broken

Gladly will give for just a token

Where did we get that figurine?

The ugliest thing I’ve ever seen.

Perhaps another will like it though

So will be a delight to watch it go

Dresses that are out of style,

Put them into the dollar pile

My old ties, both narrow and wide

Put in ten cent box over to the side

Computer and printer, old they are

Unused for years, so may not get far

State-of-the-art, they were back then

Much change since way back when

A TV with just a dial

My, it has been a while

Antenna we had in a tree

So much old technology

Also, I think it for the best

To sell Aunt Martha’s chest

Had it since she passed away

Never liked it, not even a day

Next Saturday, will put it all out

Watch people scramble and shout

Come over and take a peek

All our junk is now “antique.”