The Attic
The Attic
The attic is a wonderful space
Beneath the roof and above the ceiling
Just waiting for us to fill apace
With things that may have meaning
That we not throw away for some reason
Where we will find many things for all seasons
We have the odd piece of carpet
Just kept for a may be of use
Wallpaper just been left there
For the maybe that odd repair
Old records with the stereo passed it time
To play when nostalgia will beckon
Basket of old dried flowers
With Christmas decoration that we reckon
We will use again next year for sure
Old paper work in a box so secure
A hover that will be mended someday
Along with the old hand sewing machine
That belonged to mum a great lady
The old suitcase we sure we should throw
Side by side with the material we’ll never use
But most sadly of all are the items we bought
For the new hobbies we tried and failed
To get our attention for awhile
The golf we used to help us get fit
The beer brewing barrel that made us unfit
Oh what a wonder world of an attic
Where we put things on automatic
Never a thought that we should recycle
Or sell for good old hard cash
As it is a to convenient space is our attic
6-11-17 photo 3
Copyright © Mary Grace | Year Posted 2017
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