Stuff

There’s so much stuff I do not need
Yet still, I cannot trash it.
If I bring one more item home,
There’s no place I can stash it.

I wish I had the wherewithal
To toss it all away,
Except for certain special things
Which, naturally, could stay.

And there’s the rub – for how to choose?
I simply cannot do it.
If I were gone, my husband, though,
Would gladly hop right to it.

I do not hoard, for I possess
An average bunch of stuff
But getting rid of half of it
Would still not be enough.