Charity Bag

Opportunity calls (he infrequently knocks)
And he creeps, unannounced, into her letterbox
Falls to the carpet and waits for his moment
Attracts her attention, the vital component

Curiosity, tired of feline liquidation
Scours the terrain for some novel sensation
Alights on the white plastic charity bag
Temptation wins out, she puts up the white flag

Her chance to de-clutter is too good to miss
But she ventures to ask, in addition to this
Along with the clothes, bric-a-brac and old shoes
Should she ditch her opinions her thoughts and her views

Her wisdom, once cherished, now seems quite transgressive
What now seems seditious once sounded progressive
Opinions perceived in the past as considered
Now screech in the telling and lodge in the gizzard

Her views, erstwhile shared, now to some seem abhorrent
Her thoughts and beliefs she now feels hardly warrant
her place on this earth, so she has to conclude
That to bin the whole lot would do nothing but good

So she wraps them in tissue tied up with white thread
Leaving cavernous spaces inside her sweet head
Leaves them all in the bag for tomorrow's collection
And closes the door with no pause for reflection