still I look up

     to where they sit

on a shelf high

     collecting dust

once it seems

     so long ago

I carried them

     everywhere with me

and I did show them

     and I was so proud

and in time I learned

     no one did care

so there they sit

     dreams and ideals

from when I was young

     so long ago

still I love them

     and them I keep

but now tucked away

     collecting dust