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
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