Sentimental Sighs
The attic door opens to shed light on the past
Where old treasures are now stored
Old documents into boxes are now cast
Along with old albums of vinyl records
The old machine which grandma used to sew
Stitch memories with sentimental sighs
Golf clubs, where "eagles' and 'birdies' used to fly
They gather dust as time goes by
Shopping bags hold things unseen
Fabrics piled up in hues of white and green
There are many things here to explore
But for now, I'll close the attic door.
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11-9-17
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