I don’t like to throw things away,
Not paper, nor things,
that just lay around the house.
I worry that I might throw away
Something that I’ll need someday.
Even if I have my memories.
Memories that may leave someday,
And in my old age may not stay.
Then the memories might go away.
The memories that don’t stay,
May be the ones that I threw away,
The objects that kept those memories inside.
But logic says that objects
Do not hold the memories,
The memories are in the mind of the beholder.
And If the one holding the memories,
Loses the memories,
The objects won’t mean anything.
So maybe it’s okay,
To throw away some things each day.
Things that hold my memories.