Once I was young and could lift them

Now I stand here and not for long

Trying to guess which has that item

The one I miss, the one missing

The thing with the memories locked up inside it

The thing that holds just a hint

Of the girl I was and the dreams she had

Before my life became broody and sad

That girl so playful and hopeful and dreamful,

Where did she go? Oh, she's in there still.

This mood will pass, but dreams don't die

Sometimes they wander and sometimes, fly

Ever they live in my vast store of memory

That no box can hold, or sadness, take from me.

-- Jun 23, 2024