Sort through any loft
and you will be surprised
at what you find.
Remnants of former lives
that might have lived there.
Boxes filled with memories
you stored up there
and then forgot about.
Some filled with memories,
fragments of your past.
As you go through them,
you smile and remember times
associated with the contents there.
16 February 2008
Don't we all have them David, old birthday cards, childrens pictures, but they are precious to us, a part of our past, great write,10, Lynda xx
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And sometimes, perhaps, you just cry. A thoughtful piece D. t x