In my files, I looked for "New Year's of the Past" and instead found New York and New Orleans, and this:

One’s “stuff”

Care to analyze a collector of stuff?
A little bit of this, a little bit of that,
from friends and acquaintances,
Or found on the street
Or in a field
Or a valuable heirloom passed on by a relative?

Walls covered with photographs of the here and now
And some of the then
Favorite pieces of art
Some attached to a price tag
Most not
That need to be seen
On display
Readily visible to the roving eye

The stuff is mine
But folks come searching for their piece
Something given or remembered
Almost like an antique shop
With oohs and aahs

I can’t have this clutter
They say
But still
I believe
It warms their hearts
To know where to find

A place of their
thens