Close To Me
No tins, no drawers, no boxes or trays,
Nowhere to store all the junk,
No cases or cupboards, or closets or racks,
Or any small beaten down trunk,
Leads me to throw all the things I don’t need,
Things that just get in the way,
And keep all the things which really look good,
Things that I proudly display,
Like photos of moments, and painted ideals,
Things I hold close to my heart,
Things that I cherish and I want in my life,
From medals to novels to art,
And I proudly attach these things to the wall,
Or they sit on the table or shelf,
So I can see, every day, what’s important to me,
Now that I live by myself.
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