Day 3 – Napowrimo 2017: Elegy for the Unknown Hoarder

3 Apr

You can’t get inside his home
His life sits against the door
Ev’ry ingress blocked by so m-
-any prized possessions, for
He ne’er threw a thing away
Filled his shelves, and then the floor
With things to read, things to play
Things found on a distant shore

Sleeps not in bed, sits not on chair
Cannot find them any more
They are all in here somewhere
In condition rather poor
Piled on high with newer things
Bought from a gone, long gone store
Now he’s dead, him and his lot
Will now and forever rot

For napowrimo day 3 – an elegy.

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3 Responses to “Day 3 – Napowrimo 2017: Elegy for the Unknown Hoarder”

  1. Karina Pinella April 4, 2017 at 2:20 am #

    So true, can’t take stuff with you when you’re long gone. A hoarder whose things have become the real boarder.

    • BRH April 4, 2017 at 10:19 am #

      Thanks KP! Too right.

      I don’t think I did justice to the story here. A few years ago, a man who had collected so many newspapers that he had to get around his house by tunnelling and burrowing through them. One day, one of the tunnels of newspapers collapsed on him and he died buried beneath years of news.

      • Karina Pinella April 4, 2017 at 11:32 am #

        Interestingly, there are similar stories like that. Sad

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