boxesIn my mind there is a box that no one ever sees
It contains my treasures, it holds my memories
Often I will look inside and I will taste again
Something that I once had done, or someplace I have been

I walk the paths of yesterday, to places past it wends
Its way to unforgotten times, to unforgotten friends
I drink the wine of ages, and celebrate the years
And toast again my visions of laughter and of tears

The oldest ones are brittle.  The ink has faded some
But this does not diminish the treasures they’ve become
I’ve placed a lock upon this box, as it will always be
The place that I have stored my life, the reason I am me.

Originally published June 2013

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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5 Responses to Treasures

  1. laurie27wsmith says:

    I have one of them Bob and I lost the key. Seriously it’s a nice piece. Laurie.


  2. George says:

    Beautifully expressed


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