Treasures
Treasures
In 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, irreplaceable to me
Placed 3rd in Brian Strands A FREE CHOICE contest
Copyright © Bob Quigley | Year Posted 2011
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