I sit here alone the phone seldom rings
Maybe its better that way, so I can think, as I gather up his things
Hunting clothes, fishing gear, guns, knifes, camping supplies
So many things for the yard sale, which used to be a part of you
How will I price these things, most of them are new



Just how much is a memory worth?
Fifty years of marriage, and seventy years of life
Now I'm a widow, I used to be his wife
I hate to leave our home, but the choice is no longer mine
The things you used to do, I could never find the time



Time to get back to work, so many things that I must do
Gathering things for the yard sale, but my mind is on you
A metal detector, a gold pan, some old coins, 
and a camera we never used
I wanted to take your picture, but as usual you refused



Lawnmower, garden tools, they all look new
Things I have to sell, they were a part of you
All your old clothes, not worth very much
I'd give them to your old friends, but we've lost touch



Your fifty-seven Chevy, Oh how you loved that old car
I'd love to keep it, and your guitar
Its just more stuff for the yard sale, bought a long time ago
Except for the memories you left me, everything else must go
What I thought I could not live without somehow I do



©James Sanders
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