Memories are probably like good wine - they just get better with time. The sour twinge of pain fades away, and what remains is bitter-sweet molasses of our fondest recollections. Often, objects that people would solemnly castigate as "junk" are our most prized possessions. They lie in an obscure corner, to be unearthed whenever we think of those treasured moments.
A twisted trumpet, a fallible flute
A toy-train with a shrill whistle to toot
A doe-eyed doll and a stodgy soldier
A few pennies in a modest coffer
A humble house, a river rippling by
Ragged mountains and golden crops of rye
A hideous cow and a fat, harried hen
All part of a painting marked ten-on-ten
A broken buckle, records of art rock
A faded photo in a bright red smock
A crumpled rose amidst sheets of paper
A golden pen, an unfinished letter
A shabby stash in a creaky old chest
Memories lying in a lone corner
Reticent yet steadfast allies of mine
A toy-train with a shrill whistle to toot
A doe-eyed doll and a stodgy soldier
A few pennies in a modest coffer
A humble house, a river rippling by
Ragged mountains and golden crops of rye
A hideous cow and a fat, harried hen
All part of a painting marked ten-on-ten
A broken buckle, records of art rock
A faded photo in a bright red smock
A crumpled rose amidst sheets of paper
A golden pen, an unfinished letter
A shabby stash in a creaky old chest
Memories lying in a lone corner
Reticent yet steadfast allies of mine
Filling many a dull day with sunshine
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2 comments:
Very true. Small things of present are of great value in future. Like my first year pu notebooks
A truely long lasting treasure...our school days and hours spent together till date
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