Moving House

Date: 27.07.2008
Time: 10:10 p.m.

Moving house was always such a pain
Since I kept on disregarding the gain
Brought upon myself by throwing out the clutter
Which would be kept neatly piled, out by the gutter
Left to be picked up by someone in need
Of broken toys locked away from greed
Away from the neighbour’s eyes and mine
Till I decided to unwrap them and destroy the shine
That untouched items have until
They are used to give human fingers a thrill
A furtive pleasure of destroying what’s new
Stealing the touch reserved only for few.

It would irk me to have to open boxes of yore
The task was always such a tiresome chore!
Sorting out what I needed made so much look futile
All those purchases seeming painfully puerile
When out of a mound of impulsive moments I’d find
Only a dozen that would still appeal to my mind
A few pats on the back given aptly deserved
The rest, recklessness that needs to be curbed
As I move into a new home hitherto blameless and free
Unadorned with clumsiness or a neurotic spree
My mad designs yet to be unleashed as a drawing
On the fresh sheet of paper that is irresistibly alluring.

End: 10:40 p.m.