Junk

All the junk accumulating in this world
Gathering dust in bedroom closets
Rusting away in forgotten sheds
Old photos aging invisibly
Mementos of memories
Lives lived and relegated
To obsolete ephemera
We die and the junk
Is thrown away
Or taken by someone else
To sit somewhere else until
The process is repeated
Bury or burn me
I will be another thing
That has outlived it's usefulness
That day is yet to come
Your day is yet to come
Gather the junk
Throw it away
Or let it cloud
Space