Might Become Valuable One Day

Can't believe how much junk we collect
In our normal day to day living
Can't throw stuff out, may need it someday
Napkins from last year's Thanksgiving

Hankies Mom used to keep up her sleeve
Smelled good but not anymore
Love letters from a sweetheart of mine
Old pictures we took by the score

Some preserves from the nineteen-sixties
They're sure looking kind of iffy
Don't open the jar for fear little animals
Will jump out and bite off your bippy

An argyle sweater my Daddy once wore
The suit I wore at four years old
Walked down the aisle with the flower girl
When my sister got married I'm told

Junk we keep, cause someday we'll need it
But someday never quite reaches us
So we keep on gathering this useless junk
This “might become valuable” stuff