I note the cohort’s jettisoning stuff.
The nests are emptying; now many toss
possessions, recognize they’ve had enough,
inhabit smaller residences, cross
from house to condo furnished with support.
And those of us with mental energy
and physical ability report
the act of tossing feels like liberty.
I never owned that much, and ten years back
I winnowed to a minimum. Of late
I gave up sugar. Then I stopped the snacks.
Abandoning the social lies I hate,
I’m almost free – my own disdain won’t pierce
me once I modulate the acting fierce.