I opened a drawer the other day
And found some things I had put away;
Some lost illusions, a few tarnished dreams,
And half a dozen wonderful schemes.
I took them out and dusted them off,
Not knowing whether to weep or to scoff,
And though I intended to destroy the lot,
To my amazement, I found I could not!
So I tied them neatly in ribbon and lace
And tenderly put them back in their place,
For though I shan't use them ever again,'
To throw them away would cause too much pain.
Jim says...memories are like keepsakes...much better when shared!
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