ARTIFACTS
Lines on the page have faded now
The notebooks of my days are gone
The things I learned to dream upon
I don’t know where they are today
Old homework, all the tests we took
Piano recitals, fairy books
Where in Time’s pockets
Can they be found
What rummage of ours
Can bring them round
Momentos of the days flown by
I think of you and want to cry
Old scrapbooks, photos
Diaries gone
I now remember
In this song.
mary angela douglas 20 april 2024
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