When I take out my draw string bag
I count the things that made me glad
There are badges from my youthful time
And other things I learnt to keep in my mind
Why do we keep these things safely held
Do they matter in my own world
Perhaps it's not the things
It's just the memories they now bring.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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