"TODAY'S TREASURES,
TOMORROW'S TRASH"
Should your day become depressing
and you want to change your view,
then go into your attic and search it through and through,
and you will find your worries.. shrinking down to few,
by finding something's up there
that once were part of you.
When I entered into mine
to clean things up for spring,
I came upon some boxes wrapped in rotting string.
I brushed away the cobwebs that to those cartons clung;
strung across the rafters where other items hung.
My anticipation soared
as I opened up a box;
the first things I discovered
were our children's baby socks.
Next, their baby clothes and a dehydrated rose,
also hair from curly locks.
A pack of pacifiers, some Sears and Roebuck "flyers"
and a book by Dr. Spock, the one on chicken pox!
Other little frilly things like underwear with laces;
a coat or two, a dress of blue and two worn-out suitcases.
Some pairs of jeans, some blues and greens,
and some had stain - like traces.
A game of "rook", a photo book
of babies smiling faces.
Also baby shoes in bronze
and uniforms they donned.
They now restore my thoughts of all that we were fond.
Both sons and I in little league, as coach and players bond.
I found baseball kits, some bats and mitts, all I thought were gone.
All our children now are grown,
married with their own,
Forgotten were these tokens-
lost in cardboard's tomb.
These souvenirs bring on the tears- which grips me to the bone.
But as I sigh, my wife and I realize a job well done!
Another box, inside some frocks, and gown of long ago,
recalls my bride in slowly stride, her face in all its glow.
I found her shoes still shiny bright
and Bible just as white,
with orchid dried below it's bow,
and photos of the site-
at wedding's champagne flow.
Beneath that stack, my trousers black, a tie and coat of white.
Other clothes I thought disposed
and shoes that were too tight.
A wallet worn and britches torn
when bending o'er that night.
All this stuff has held up tough-
lost and long from sight.
Other things discovery brings-
makes my day complete;
old picture frames and model trains and set of drums we beat.
Crafts we made- now dull and frayed, boxed up head to feet!
My scrapbooks show that long ago,
my baseball days were sweet.
As I look around I'm duty bound to keep these items stored;
for come the days which
have dismays,
will spare me from the bored.
But in due time someone will climb and move this worthless store...
to some landfill beneath some hill, and gone forevermore!
William E. Hardison
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