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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
Written by slipalong
Published | Edited 28th May 2019
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