Age-hardened tears blur

the faint and frayed images

of photographs.

Reflecting somewhat sadly

My younger past.

A life of love, loves and longing,

Bitter loving and bitter hurt.

I never understood what it was then,

Or what it’s cost me since.

Now by strange serendipity,

My life is handed back

In a tattered, worn, old dusty sack.

 

Dusty attic memories,

All my souvenirs,

Long tucked away  among the sacred castaways

Of other people’s pasts.

 

My life, a transient life.

I was loved and shunted.

Shunted, yet loved.

Loved and shunted.

Shunted, yet loved…I was loved;

I was shoved.

 

20 years back, now redemption,

My dusty attic sack.

A past in pictures to relive those

Who love me now.

A distant world of patient smiles

Firmly fixed and waiting

In my tattered, worn old dusty sack.

 

Dusty attic memories,

All my souvenirs.

Long tucked away among the sacred castaways

Of other people’s pasts.

 

 

Original poetic composition:

Robert Dunn, Sr.

Recomposition and music:

Bobby Dunn

©September 2006