There are times when
I take inventory
of everything I can see
from my recliner –
the pictures and various items
hanging on the walls –
the surrounding furniture –
and memorabilia on
chests and tables.
Most of it will outlast me
and I’ll not see how history
will affect all of this.


How fortunate we have been
to surround ourselves
with such good memories
which offer sustenance
at a time when we need
no more to add to our collection.

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