Stupid Things
There stood an old chest of mine
in the attic with empty bottles of wine,
covered by the woven nets of spiders
and layers of dust and darkness.
I unlocked it to reveal the treasure
and dusted out the darkness,
it contained memorabilia of my lost age.
I took out some toffee wrappers,
the ones cherished long ago,
Cadburys, Lotte, Nestle,
I once chewed them all endlessly......
Out popped a bunch of lolly sticks,
and a set of black paper clips,
beside them were lying my
carven pencils and inked papers.
And beneath them hid my
captured moments,
I pulled them one by one for
these moments forgotten long before.....
Inside the chest's lid
hung my colourful ribbon,
and there was a little mirror with
cute little stickers on its sides,
And all these stuffs made my childhood portentous....
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