Like a trophy room
Adorned with treasured keepsakes
Memories on the wall of your heart
Places and faces of friends we make
As children laugh and play
Friendships begin to grow
Fifty years later
Down Memory Lane they go
Special events in your life
Moments never to forget
All there for endless review
Rock solid, a smile is set
Babies being born
Elders say their last good-byes
All part of life
Even the tears we cry
But these decorations
Are yours to keep
They’ll fill your heart
As treasures so deep
So cast your gaze upon
Works of beautiful art
Let a smile come from each gift
Decorations of the heart
Copyright © Accidental Poet 2014
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A glance at a lifetime of events.. makes me want to live twice.. Excellent.
Sounds like a poem waiting to be written. Thanks for reading Unspoken. ; )
An entire lifetime and still there so many things I would like to achieve - great work AP.
And maybe you as well Michael, a poem of your lifetime aspirations? Would make a great read from you. Thanks for dropping in for the read and compliment. ; )
This poem makes me feel nostalgic. I'm glad I have someone in my life I can go through all these memories with. Thanks for this beautiful poem!
You're welcome and thank you Christina for reading it. Sharing in each other's memories makes friendships all the more real, like we've all known each other for most of our lives. ; )
The decorations of life. Beautiful them and you made it into a great writing. We all like to hang our own decorations and look at them from time to time. A special smile, the first sight of someone you loved. Those words that were said and only you could understand because they were meant just for you. We are always special to someone. Very nice writing AP
Yes so true malu, Thank you for taking the effort to come by and read. I do appreciate all my friends here who read and comment of my poems. ; )
Another fine write AP. It's said 'Everyone that is instructed unto the kingdom of heaven, is like one who brings out of his treasure (of his heart) things new and old'. Like a treasure chest, the newest stuff is on the top, but precious old stuff underneath too.
Whether me singing is a treasure is a different matter! lol.
I like that orchi, newest stuff on the top and precious old stuff underneath. When a poet sings from the heart, its always a treasure. ; )
Erm, except if it's me singing?! Meoowwo! heehee.
Wonderful reflection , very good
Thanks WL. Glad to know I have you in my corner. ; )
Beautifully written and very moving, AP! As we get older we seem to cherish these decorations more and more, maybe because one day they might be the only thing we have left.
Yes Fred, that's exactly true. That's the signpost my muse was directing me to when I wrote this. Thank you so much for reading and your dead-on comment. ; )
Very good write, those times in our lives are so important and so wonderful.
Thanks Goldie. Appreciate your reading. ; )
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