My possessions are strewn

Along my recent path

From the council dump

To container lock-up

Loaned, gifted

Donated, stored

The more miles travelled

The less I need

With each piece laid down

More peace I feel

There’s no going back

Along that old route

Now all I own

Is the day ahead


n.b. With hope in your heart you’ll never walk alone


CLP 28/12/2019