Rummage Sale Keeper

She handed me a small box old, yet still neat; what a find The seventies faces staring back reminded me of better times Time to play, summers visiting grandparents and hope The future will be amazing; just stay away from dope Walking around in the woods up and down the hills Time has a way of being ok then not; conflicting wills Conflicting emotions cross my face.... should I let the box go Or see if another day will be remembered inside that paper doll box so I hide the box on my shelf now I look at the date and 1974 I see I can't let go of that little girl; you see it would be letting go of me Emotions run wild pensiveness, regret and saving grace Happiness to see a friendly face and time travel to another place Rummage sale keeper you are my friend Tomorrow's memories you can lend