GOING…GOING…GONE

We began to Pack in January–

Books and clothes and stuff

February saw us boxing up

kiddie toys and trucks ,

All the knick-knacks, picture frames,

And souvenirs from Spain,

In March we packed the linens, quilts,

and beds in which we’d lain.

By April spring had blossomed and

We still were packing stuff,

While we searched for cardboard boxes

but never found enough;

By May the blinds and drapes were packed

and curtains all washed clean,

All the windows, certainly,

as spotless as they’ve been;

We packed up cans of soup and juice

and quarts of applesauce,

With June came summer and we thought

of all the months we’ve lost.

With July along came heat

and temps to lay one low,

All the summer clothes were packed

and where we did not know;

August brought some monsoon rains,

and I need not tell ya,

We had no clue where we should search

for boots or an umbrella,

With September, autumn came

and still we were a-packin’,

And in the empty rooms, sky-high

the boxes were a-stackin’.

Not much is left–October came,

and all the leaves were falling,

and with November came the sound

of someone, somewhere, bawling.

And now, December, Christmastime

and decorations hidden–

(We’ll skip the holidays this year

to do as we are bidden.)

But hark! here comes a brand new year

and with it comes the song,

Shouting like an auctioneer,

We’re

Going…Going… GONE!

 

Sandra Lee smith

November, 2008

Updated February, 2012 and August 30 2018

 

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