A secret drawer filled with things
What are the memories it brings
A picture of a holiday,
A children’s game I used to play
A medal won for running fast
A schoolboy hero from the past
Looking back is not much fun
It reminds me when I was someone
When laughter filled me every day
And now that’s mostly gone away
I’ve found a picture of my school
Instructions for my favourite tool
But I can’t use it any more
That’s why I stuck them in the drawer
The challenge was not meant to be
A sad look back through history
I’ll close the drawer for just today
And open in it when I can say
The memories are full and bright
And fill me up with true delight
A set of brighter lighter thoughts
It’s just today I’m out of sorts
What a touching poem, fillled with loss and love. We keep these things for a reason, I believe should remind us of who we are not who we were since we are a product of those experiences. I hope you have many brighter days.
This brings to mind the quotation attributed to Churchill in 'The Gathering Storm':
I've lived too long,
I'm in the ruck,
I've drunk too deeply of the cup,
I cannot spend,
I cannot fuck,
I'm down and out!
I'm buggered up!
He called it his Black Dog. It visits us all from time to time. A little humour always helps!