1935
It is dark and lonely,
Hidden in a box at the back of this musky shop.
Until one day, you remove the cover
And put me on. It is home.
1940
You wear me often.
Laughing, under the sun. A special woman walks beside you.
Until one day, you take me off.
There is war overseas.
1970
You returned, a little worse for wear,
But now there are little ones running around.
Your family has grown
And so has your smile.
1985
You still take me out,
Special occasions and such. Children have turned into grandchildren.
Your steps have became slower,
But still, your eyes twinkle.
2000
You put me away,
Laughing, that it was a young man's look, from a different time.
You and I, have both aged and I wonder,
When I'll be worn again.
2014
You are gone.
It is dark and lonely until one day, a young girl opens my box.
She has your eyes and your smile.
She puts me on. It is home.
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Where the Garden Ends
PoésieWhere the garden ends, And weeds begin, Here, true living stems. A collection of poetry