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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Digging as you grow older...

I wondered what trove of treasures I would find, there among the discarded, met in a place of being tossed.

It was a pit of current opinion, that of now, while knowing in the next second that something no longer of value is completely over and done.

As I went, I understood that gifts lose their magic in a once upon a time space, when what was given were memories alone. All I knew was produced and packaged in better days, adorned among the distractions of ribbons and bows, those things which were only notions of what would be.

In moments soon forgotten, I realized all is so much better when met in current circumstance and mind.

Throughout this life, I have changed clothes many times, the decisions of others being the mirror I used to change them.

Making to replace what is worn, frayed, stained and unwanted, I threw so much away of what should be kept.

But staying the same within, I knew the landfill was met within me, and antique keepsakes reside just a bit further below the surface.

Ignoring dirt and certain smells, I met worms I liked as I went forward, and was glad that I had met them..

The lesson learned as I go further into the refuse is, you never know as you presume while digging deep, what else there is to know and  see.

Submitted: May 21, 2020

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There can be no denying this, LE. I love the almost poetic flow of the words.

Thu, May 21st, 2020 6:23pm


Thinking of what is disposable...part of growing older. As always, thanks for your comment hulllabaloo22

Fri, May 22nd, 2020 2:24pm

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