Box Poem by Barry Middleton

I have a battered old shoebox
where I keep my priceless stocks

black and whites and old regret
all the things I can't forget

there you'll find a cockle shell
a postcard claiming all is well

also ear and finger rings
a feather dropped by angel wings

you wonder why I kept this stuff
but memories are not enough

you'll see as old age comes around
with days gone by no longer found

then you may have a shoebox too
with bits and pieces of déjà vu