Little Box of Treasures

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