Buried Treasure

In the laundry room are bags And boxes from the past, Filled with photos, books and papers That I have amassed. Today I went through one such bag And in a tied-up stack Were the wedding cards we’d gotten Over forty-nine years back. I read each one and there were names I did not recognize, Plus notes from students in my class, Which came as a surprise. Another cool discovery - A work I’d been assigned, Describing speakers in a course And how they’d tapped my mind. The hand-writ ten page paper, Which I shared and read aloud, Was insightful and insouciant And made me feel quite proud. It’s nice to get a little glimpse (And more so as you age) Of a younger you and how you were At such a different stage.