Time To Let Go

Time To Let Go A handful of paper and worn ticket stubs So many downed trees and rainforest shrubs Shredded and mashed into paper pulp The waste o'er the world is enough to make one gulp Each of these stubs carries a very true tale Of flights overseas way beyond any pale Collected and stored for he knew not why They became an obsession yet in a drawer they did lie Perhaps when I am old with grandchild on my knee Stubs strewn 'cross the floor haphazard to see "Pick one up child and pass it to me And I'll tell you of that flight and tell the story" And with the paper in hand I'll smile and I'll start And bewilder the child with an orator's art And embellish the truth where I may not recall And watch the child's face enraptured in thrall. And bring each worthless stub a life of its own Enrich the flat card by making each child moan As they shriek and they clap and they clamour for more As I return the collection once more to the drawer. But this is just dreaming -just romantic notion That wastes idle time and causes commotion. For there is no grandchild,nor prospect that I see From my kids who lost interest in my stories and me. Perhaps one day all this might just change Then my stories I'll make and history rearrange Until then I admit and ponder and mutter That these stubs are old paper and unwanted clutter. So I emptied the drawer and the stubs will be tossed If the time comes then I will count the cost. By then more adventures will have been and gone I don't think that those grandchildren will ever receive none. For if that time comes I am sure there'll be more Flight ticket stubs filling the bottom drawer....