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.”