The Drawer of Doom

Some down sizing felt easy. I've jettisened furniture without hesitation. What has sapped my time and resolve are the little things. The contents of cupboards and drawers that tell a story, albeit one i don't necessarily wish to hear. A friend wrode to my res and took my lovely, shiny jars off my hands. They'd gone to a deserving home. That thought bolstered me to tackle a grimmer challenge, the drawer of doom. Every home has one, usually in the kitchen. It's the resting place of the superfluous, the dog eared and the frankly inexplicable. If i toss it, will the day dawn when i say, damn.