Leased Memories Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Declaration of ownership?
I look at that this way
You pay for guardianship,
And that's it.
With no regard for you,
If those payments are delayed.
Or from your hands fade to be erased.
With no more of it,
To shift between hands.

Leaving you with an abundance,
Of 'leased' memories.
And you can claim to own,
Every one of them with no rebuttal.
Even if the best of them you keep golden.
They are yours and priceless.

In fact, if you want some of mine
You can have them too.
I am seeking every inch of peace I can get.
With a clearing of my head,
From a stacking of overused storage space.
I want to unload as much of it as I can.
Let me know when you seek collectibles.
I've got a few for you.
Trust me, they are winners.