Now I lay me down to sleep
But all I do is count some sheep.
Worried about what we should keep,
I could cry, I could weep.
Yard sale season has arrived
We're giving it another try.
All our gems that have survived,
All attic treasures again revived.
What to keep, what to sell?
What don't I want in my home to dwell?
What items can I bid farewell?
What yard sales do, is overwhelm.
Will I regret letting go,
Books, decor of long ago,
Clothes I managed to outgrow?
No. At least I don't think so.