Charity Shops & A Picture Of A Fish

Here is a little poem called ‘Charity Bags’ and a nice picture that I took in Chester Zoo at the weekend. These two things have nothing in common.
Charity Bags
When we are bored
of our ageing
And we suffer
domestic mental clutter
caused by fuddled surroundings
Then we crave order
and purging pursuits
Warm days bring on
thoughts of charity bags
Cleaning our lives out it seems
may some how
help starving mouths feed
Popping old things
in a bin bag
Contributing to a weird notion
that these things will
help solve the problems of the world
When quite possibly
they are just things in bags
Sat unused in the back rooms
of semi derelict