There are too many books in your room
When do you read them all?
Big and small, so many covers
You must be smart I assume
There are too many pencils on the desk
Glittery, smiley types
Some with erasers, many unsharpened
How do you avoid such a mess?
There are so many notebooks around
Recycled, colorful paper
Pages covered in rhyme and thought
Is this where your voice was found?
There are too many things to see
From heart stickers to crystal beads
Never learned how to be creative
Is it too late for me?
Author’s note: This is based on a visit from a friend who finds my room “interesting” and me “having too much stuff!”