Treasure Poem by Michelle Claus

impossible to measure
the value of our treasure
the knickknacks we’ve acquired
are nothing we’ve required

our trinkets merely decorate
they’re baubles that accumulate
and yet we part with few
instead we gladly view

them – true, it makes no sense
they cost a plump expense
of money, work, and time
but it’s a harmless crime

to hold these objects dear
they document each year
they chart our life – our stuff
like diamonds in the rough

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