Thursday, 13 March 2025

Useless items of memory

Push a button on a remote while sitting plush
Look at the grand old tree rotting into mush
Door with a hinge, a swing of the bracket
Ancient camera you once begged to click it
The decorative candle became a sag
Stepping outside for a long drawn fag
Photographs on the hard drive lost forever
Remembering the moment of being together 
An old Apple watch with the battery long dead
Falling off the shed a metal plate in the head
Ford Anglia where you embraced and kissed
shelving you made a tender hand missed
The old rusty plough with a rusty wheel around
Losing the loneliness with melodious sound

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