Pack, Go and Adieu!

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In the midst of chaotic junks

Encumbered by a cluttered thought:

Rubbles here, rubbles over there

And rubbles everywhere;

As if, the earthquake inherited me

Its rattling remnant of a ruin.



Where, on earth, these amass of scraps

Ever came from and how they got here?

Everything seem useful yet unhelpful

For all the boxes, large and small

Won’t fit them all.

Ah, headaches, pity me headaches!



True, the place is empty now

Only with loved ones

Who’ve gone away;

They left their precious treasures

With me that make me smile, and,

Memories evoke my tears to fall.



Boxes after boxes, boxes after boxes;

Some are heavy and some are light.

Some are tall and some are little.

How a little midget like me

Manage to pack them all!

Only heaven knows how.



Furnitures have to go

And other things too!

I don’t need them anymore

Nor will I want them again.

In a new life I will rebuild,

For me, a fresh start will do.



I will bid you, my home adieu

I will take the remembrance of

Our happy times here with you

The good things we’ve done for you

Our sweet home, beloved garden,

We will all miss life in this abode of love.



Copyright@greenmeadow, 20 November 2007

QH NSW Australia








Author's Notes/Comments: 

~Yes, I marvelled to discover what things indeed we have kept over the years. Suddenly, they become insignificant, except some important memoirs of course that I cannot bear to part. Packing and moving is the most cumbersome thing to do.

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