Dark Poetry #1 |
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My Treasure Chest |
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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland ![]() |
If I died today, What would be left behind? Photos, artifacts, memories, And a big treasure box of mine. Inside there is many a precious memory, Badges earned now all rusting, Faded, yellow musical scores from my youth, Pictures, postcards, journals as proof my soul is trusting. Newspaper articles, a chip from the first casino I visited, Poetry too, written in my teens, My first baby hat, And a token representing some special moment that's been. I love these things and treasure them, But I can't help to imagine, What would a stranger think, If they gazed upon my lifelong creation? A gifted woman with achievements? A lost soul clinging to the past? When she felt she was worth something? Or a typical teenager living hard and fast? The whole scenario makes me wonder, If all those memories mean so much, If my existance has even made a difference, To any life I may have touched? But when I'm old and grey, I'll still have my even more filled treasure chest, I'll meander through life's memories, And remember the times that were the best. ------------------ The more you praise and celebrate your life, the more there IS to celebrate. ~Isis~ (Daughter of Mystery) |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
Sounds like your treasure box and mine have a lot in common, Isis, each memory complete with the question..."Did this mean as much to them as it did me?" Wonderful poem. Michael |
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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland |
Thanks Michael, I don't think anyone really understands the why of the things in the box.... ------------------ The more you praise and celebrate your life, the more there IS to celebrate. ~Isis~ (Daughter of Mystery) |
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