I sit and glance around this cluttered room

Startled by the bric a brac it contains

Memoirs of my life’s adventures entombed

As relics icons avatars arcane 

To those who haven’t found the puzzle’s key

This trove is but a random mess of stuff

Whereas one who with good fortune aptly

Chooses to hear an old man’s  ramb’ling thoughts

A tale unfolds of risk and trust displayed  

The path now clear this random mess a trove

No less wondrous than was Alladin’s cave 

And like an am’thysts violet wonder

Lays hidden neath a stone’s uncomely face

These varied touchstones to my distant past

Lay decoded their worth valued at last

Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-01-19 at 01:59

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jim The PoetBay support member heart!
P. S. This is beautifully written.

jim The PoetBay support member heart!
I value touchstones, my Martha has no affinity for objects, whatever their sentimental import. Different strokes . . .

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, Josephus, an inspiring work.
Ken D

jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
Our old things, how they glow for us.
This flows so well and the imagery is touching.