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Trinkets
There is no reason you should cherish
Useless trinkets which you hoard
Remembrances of bygone days
Much sadder than this one
So empty out those ancient boxes
They should be refilled today
With newer memories
Of what is and what could be
Take your modern boxes
Bury them in the permafrost
Of your soul's northern reaches
They will last forevermore
Though mummified
Shriveled dry, almost unrecognizable
Lifeless, hollow like the boxes once were
Bury them quickly
With disattachment
And forget them for the moment
Dig them up long from now
In the what-if times of might-have-been
And ponder their frozen semblances
Attempting to decipher their intent
Recover what meaning they have left
Oh yes! There is no need to cherish
Useless trinkets of the past
Unless of course you cherish
Who you are and who you'll be
