Piled in a corner
Of old neglected warehouse
Pieces of my soul
Stacked like wooden crates
Stored away for when needed
Lying forgotten
Childhood memories
Dusty, covered in cobwebs
Neglected for years
Now, decades later
Arthritic hands pry them loose
Sift old memory
Tired eyes look close
Separate wheat from the chaff
Relive bygone days
Old halcyon times
Bringing a smile to my face
Bad times set aside
At last one last box
Seven feet long, four feet wide
Climb in, lie down… sleep
New generations
My memory will unpack
On some future day
About the Creator
Andrew C McDonald
Andrew McDonald was a 911 dispatcher for 30 yrs with a B.S. in Math (1985). He served as an Army officer 1985 to 1992, honorably exiting a captain.
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