Tucked away in memories closets, box &
dusty drawer,
Old letters, songs, photographs, poetry
& so much more,
All gathering dust, in memory´s old, sad
& forgetful tears,
The passing of passions & loves, from
long ago yesteryears,
Old moth-eaten letters, of love & with
lilac ribbons scented,
Angers tucked away, hidden, best forgotten
& so resented,
I now deem to un-tuck, to open & to let
fresh breezes blow,
Through the lyrics of old songs & I´ll now
let old poetry flow,
Those old sepia faces, now old, cracked with
age & so bent,
All forgiven of past doings & of angers
so spent & now rent,
Nothing more tucked & hidden, from sight
& forgotten heart,
No more pasts stowed away, all of whom I am
such a part,
Now upon the shelf, on show, all overt for one
& all to see,
All those tucked away memories, are all just
a part of me.
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