Closet of Memories

After a lazy day when I couldn’t get sleep,

I reached an old closet looking for something to read;

I instead sat down opening the lower drawers – dusty and stiff yet enticing

This was once a place to store all the things that meant the world;

More precious than any valuable, more personal than any secret!

A magic book with tricks, a personal book with best wishes

A signed bit of paper that talks of a bet – with silly handwriting and a far away future date

There’re also preserved letters; from pen-pals – whom I just can’t remember!

Innocent pictures with lovely smiles, dressed bright and inane

As I sat with everything opened around me,

The past and I forked - looking at each other

"I gave you happy times", said the past, "and a joyful projection of the future too

I left you hope, joy and fond memories

Yet, you look at me with remorse;

It ain’t I, who makes you sad; I rather gave you a ‘present’ – my view of your future.

Look into my eyes and make a promise,

You’ll cherish my gift and make it perfect

The present will soon be me

And I want to always be happy."