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Keepsakes
Are your shelves weighed down like mine
Of memories stored like vintage wine
The dust in rusty keyholes where once we peeked
Mother'd knit and dropped a stitch, expletive then released
Small kingdom made as in innocence we played
Kindred spirits, bound of scrached knees and happy times
A kaleidascope the colours, and recalled nursery rhymes
Where are you now ? for adulthood brings the knowledge
The past returns its joys and follies
And childhood, times long gone
The knell that bells are ringing, the changes in that bong
Carry all in lifes knapsack the heartbeat of that load
No going back for paths already trod
Orthadox a wisdom, the the evocation that we sing
"Thank you God for all we had" and murmur softly "Kyrie"
The keepsake reminicances of an adult still a child
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