Collections
It must be in our genes to collect things.
Our bounty paraded along tables and mantles.
Eventually life shifts gears and priorities change.
The critics seep in, our collections are thinned.
Just a batch of clutter too soon to be forgotten.
Marbles and shells boxed into attics and closets.
Cabbage patch kids kissing attic spiders in darkness.
Everything will be picked through after the collector is dead.
By people not seen in ages
Collections going from priceless to penny in a half generation.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2018
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