CAN YOU RELATE?

              HOUSECLEANING

I find that I have reached the stage
That is commonly known as "ripe old age",
And I'm called each day to decide the fate
Of things I've allowed to accumulate.

The things I don't need I can always find,
From two to a dozen of every kind;
But what I do need escapes the eye
Until I return from the store with another buy.

And what is left over, being sly as a fox,
I know I may need, so it goes in a box.
That is surely the reason I've run out of space
With bundles and boxes all over the place.

From morning till evening I spend every day
Just trying to find something I've laid away.
Some comfort I find; it isn't all bad,
For I find many things I didn't know I had.

So day after day I go round and round,
Continually losing more than I've found.
I must change my program before I am sunk
Or just disappear submerged in my junk.

                                    ~~author unknown