( By Jan Phillips )

Things have a life of their own
Everywhere I look the amount seems to have grown,
I can’t seem to get rid of them you see
Somehow they just cling to me.

They really aren’t important in my life
They just cause me a lot of strife,
I’m running out of room to put things
It just causes me to be tied with strings.

God gave me this stuff for a reason
I wish it had only been for a season,
Seems its growing and growing
Wish I knew where He meant it should be going.

I sell it
I give it away
I throw it away
But it won’t go away

God help me to know what you want me to do
I feel like I’m living in a zoo,
I’ve got books to the ceiling
I don’t know how I should be feeling.

I’ve got clothes to the floor
And dishes to the door,
I just can’t stand the mess any more
You can’t even see my décor.

I never really wanted a lot of things
It’s really odd what life brings,
All I ever wanted was your love
Now looks like I’ve got over and above.

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About Jan P

I was born and raised and still live in the great state of Oklahoma in the U.S.A. I live in Oklahoma City and have lived her for over 40 years. Came from a small town in eastern Oklahoma. I was raised on a farm as my daddy was a sharecropper. I worked for the Department of Defense for over 30 years. I am now retired and trying to catch up on all the things I didn't get to do when I worked. I have written poetry for many years, but only recently started writing more since I have found a place where others can enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it.

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