Lost and Found

I reach into the recesses of my lost and found,

And discover bitter sweet memories that abound,

Of a time that very soon is no longer going to be around.

I can take the memories I like,

Leave the ones I don’t,

But come what may they are all my own.

The ones I take with me make way into the present,

The ones I leave, wait to be rediscovered later like an unopened present,

They stay with me year after year and go with me everywhere.

I may say they are my past

But if it is so, how do they forever last?

Because, anytime I want to revisit a time in life that I have lived,

I just walk the path unlit,

To the recesses of my lost and found,

Where treasures of all the years past lay unwound.

Perhaps then, there really is nothing like a past,

Perhaps it is simply a slice in time that I am a part of,

It stays with me no matter what,

And that is why memories and experiences of all the years I’ve lived are never lost.

As I usher into another year,

Waiting to be a part of the next slice in time,

I realize that each year I live,

I’m making a deposit into my lost and found.

And so every year, I reach into the recesses of my lost and found,

Discover more memories that abound,

I can take what I like and leave what I don’t,

But come what may they stay with me forever and are all my own!