CHEST

Who will get it? –
that mahogany chest of drawers
I built back in the seventies.
I see it every day and every day
that question lurks in my shrinking mind.

Most of our “give-aways” have been given
but a few remain to tease me every day.

My remains will be ashes
when the decision is made
for that chest’s next whereabouts.

And there are a few other things
we’ll be forced to yield
to the decisions of folks
who may be slightly sad
when they make them.

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