So many things that we keep in the attic,
Long after all usefulness fades away.
Things we retain by compulsion or habit,
Precious remembrance, untouched day to day.
Memories clung to for fear of their fading,
Scattered mementos keep moments alive.
Yet, for our efforts preserving and saving,
Time erodes all despite how we might try.
Clearing the attic, is therefore commended.
Cleansing the past recommended indeed,
For every time good or bad that has ended,
Space must be left for new hopes to succeed.
Written by: Larry Sansone. In order to hone my writing skills (and for my own silly amusement) I am launching the O.C.P. Project: one poem per day for one year. I started the project on Jan.1, 2011 and completed the last poem on Jan. 1, 2012. Poems will be posted daily, whenever possible.
6/25/11
