My Belongings Poem by Phil Soar

I looked through my belongings
When I had got the chance
Things I've kept, 'Just in case'
Like old style underpants
A garage full of trophies
From all my younger days
Boxes full of Betamax
That now I cannot play
Games from in the fifties
That I've kept for god knows why
A model of the planets
Helped me learn what's in the sky
So many stupid artifacts
All thrown across the floor
Posters of the films I've seen
Stuck upon the door
Tricycles of tiny size
I'd never even rode
Potato guns and books of sums
And things that could explode
Chemistry sets, and unknown pets
Hiding in the cellar
Outfits of those Star Wars droids
And that Chewbacca fella
So many piles of rubbish
And some incomplete Lego
No good to a man nor beast
But I just can't let go!