Closet of My Mind


In the closet of my mind
Hang my yesterdays
Remnants of the past
Reminders of a life lived

They are no longer stylish
Value diminished by time
Colors faded, buttons tarnished
Like trophies on a shelf

I’ll never wear them again
Nor will I give them away
They are a part of me, only me
I wore them proudly back then

I take them out from time to time
Recall the days when we were one
Touch the fabric of who I was
Adornments of my past

Then, as I always do
I return them to my closet
Where, in the dark, they remain
Behind the door, waiting

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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