House On Fire

My house is on fire? Now don't rush me out In haste,as there is something I can't go on without. For my heart has started to kindle, As beyond the smoke and flame I see, An important bag of mine there,on that shelf Waiting to be picked up by me. To hell with that bag? Mind your tongue, you don't have a clue. When you take a look at it's contents Will you understand my point of view. My memories- Momentos from school,albums, A dead friend's last words written for me, in it lie. Organised pictures of family, childhood stuff, I can't stand back and watch them all die. I know that I must hurry, my house is on fire, But without it I won't budge through the door. Because I can earn back money to buy furniture,antiques,gems, But not the treasure in my bag,for sure. (Dedicated To My Memory Bag)