Hanging On


I hang on to everything.
I hate to throw anything away.
My wife thinks I'm the garbage king,
But I hang on anyway.

Sometimes it's a good thing.
Never know, might need it someday!
When she asks to toss something,
"I need that", is what I say.

So, she just waits 'til I'm not looking,
Then puts it in the trash.
Some simple emotional unhooking,
She knows I'm full of balderdash.

It usually works out the same.
Doesn't matter if it's June or November,
She's pretty sure there'll be no blame.
The thing is, I don't even remember!

Hey! Where's my High School yearbook?