Museum of the Mind
By saltyman65
Many years ago today,
My flesh was new,
a lump of clay
My friends, I thought
“We’re here to stay!”
Cliché?
I Grew,
Met Loss,
Disappointment & Fear
New friends, new scenes
year to year.
Experience taken,
Some given away
From Psychos to Schizos, They all want to play!
Weeding the weeds,
making
room for the new,
1 x 11 x 7 x 2
They all give way and fit in their places,
The museum of the mind,
Infinite spaces!
New people, new faces,
New moments now past;
I’m looking for something ……. Something to last.
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Copyright 2014 saltyman65
Published on Sunday, March 2, 2014.
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"Poetry"