In a corner of
the attic,
Untouched and
out of sight...
A wooden chest
unopened,
Resides there
day and night.
For it
holds more than treasures,
Our dreams that spanned the
years...
Happy reminders
of good times,
Others still
stained with tears.
To open up that
wooden chest,
Would take a lot
of effort...
It might be best
to leave it there,
Beneath the
oaken rafter.
To leave it for
someone to look,
At life as I
once knew it...
Sift
through the hopes and dreams
inside,
Because I cannot
do it.
Maybe later, but
not now,
For I am not
that strong...
Achievements,
disappointments too,
The things both
right and wrong.
Safely stored at
least for now,
So that I will
not find...
Reminders of
life as it was,
And how it
changed with time.
The chest these
days, is covered deep,
With dust
accumulating...
Nothing new to
put inside,
As it sets
there, still waiting.
© Loree (Mason)
O'Neil
Midi playing is:
Help Me Make It Through The
Night.
