Once in while (or more for some)
The day of moving house will come,
Keenly sought, closely planned,
Friends around to lend a hand.
Stuff's been packed away for days -
How much you have can still amaze.
All is emptied from your place,
A tiny tear rolls down your face.
Before you leave, a last look round,
Then off to the new place you have found
Where you unload all your stuff
(Seems you have more than enough)
To fill the rooms and shelves and nooks
(You'll need plenty screws and hooks)
Until everything's in splendid fettle -
Unless of course you've lost the kettle !
And though for your old home you might long
In no time at all you will belong
In your new home, because, you see,
All your memories still will be
Inside your heart, your head, your mind -
Not one will have been left behind.
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