DIVESTED
One less thing taking up space
in my life, in my mind
One less object to care for
or suffer guilt for its neglect
The last one gone at last
with a wave and a check
and a sigh of relief
My thing becomes his thing
The baton and burden of ownership
passes to another
leaving a hole filled with freedom
Nicely put. Almost felt the rite of passage from following societal norms of accumulated possessions to living as minimally owned by possessions. You sang your solo well.
https://allpoetry.com/poem/10900389-Divested–by-Johnk
Thank you for sharing.
Wow! Such excellent reasons for letting go of our incredible, toxic abundance.