Portals To My Youth
To me … they are memories;
Portals to my youth.
Each one has a story that connects me to a truth.
Inanimate objects that come to life inside my mind.
Still life, gathering dust that helps, my little boy, to find.
To me … they are building blocks;
Ingredients that have contributed in making me;
Set aside long ago, but never forgotten totally.
Perhaps, rusty on the outside;
Scarred in a place or two;
Broken and missing a few of their parts,
but, hey, I’m that way, too.
To me … they are one of a kind;
they are wholesome and so unique.
But, to the people looking at the price tags,
they are simply considered an antique.
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