Back of the Closet

Open the door and view the coats Below them Christmas decorations in brightly colored totes Shelf above piled high with junk: Folded sweaters, hats, and old dog collars stacked high and smell of a funk Behind the coats an old picture frame, a ball and the old tennis racquets lean on the wall and hide the shame Look past the clothes and items of old See deep inside way in the back That old skeleton stayed where he'd been told