Out With the Old

Things fall apart or start to break
'Cause nothing lasts forever,
And searching for replacements
Is a challenging endeavor.


Some find it hard to let things go
For sentimental reasons,
And so they live with leaks or rips
For one too many seasons.


Eventually, there is no choice
And what was dying dies.
The sentimentalist must face
What comes as no surprise.


And so the hunt begins again
But this time, it's for real;
For getting rid of broken things
Should not be a big deal.


Reluctantly, I'll hit the stores
And look for some replacements;
But I'll view them resignedly,
Without enthused embracements.


Most people, buying something new,
Don't need to be cajoled;
But as for me, my preference is
To hang on to the old.