As I pack my chest of treasures
my mind wanders far
wondering if one day
I'll remember what it was for
will I ever unpack this small box
and go through the memories it holds
will I read these cards and letters
when I am wrinkly and old
will I remember all the memories
I, right now, hold dear
will I ever read these poems
I wrote with flowing tears
will I see this box of treasures
and think it all as junk
or will I see the things I cherished
and pack them safer in a trunk
these pictures that I am saving
of the true friends that I adore
will their faces be forgotten
will the old jokes be no more
there is a photo-box high upon a shelf
packed with things I hold dear
letters of heartache
and letters of deepest fears
crumpled manuscripts of stories
secret poems of heartfelt words
trinkets won at fairs
and origami birds
I hope this box of treasures
will remind me of life past
the good, the bad, the happy, the sad
cause life tends to go by fast