Replacements

To me, when objects are replaced,
The time they represent's erased,
So memories, which they've imbued,
May fade and I'll be left to brood.

My dishes with their many chips,
My favorite jeans with shreds and rips
Were bought in times of different styles
Yet through the years, brought many smiles.

My old front door, all streaked with rust
Should be exchanged and so, too, must
The bathroom floors and heating grills;
Anxiety within me fills.

These upgrades are within my reach;
I don't need a convincing speech.
I'll go along and chuck the old,
Not only 'cause I've been cajoled...

And once the new things are in place,
Their freshness I will then embrace,
But part of me will still be sad
And miss the well-worn things I had.