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 retired and live in southern Maine with my wife and two dogs. I started Oldmainer as an outlet for my occasional opinions and random observations, with some poetry thrown in. I welcome anyone that wants to kick back and join me here on the porch, exploring all the gifts we have been given and the memories collected. Thanks for stopping by.
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5 Responses to Treasures

  1. 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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