Tinderbox is full of Tinker things
Rarely do I open it to take out anything
It sits where I had placed it many years ago
Don't know why I kept it, just compassion, couldn't imagine a toss into the trash would be an alright thing to do.  

There is a subtlety of sad emotion when something that I have kept in my possession, no matter what it's purpose might be, might one day be an easy afterthought, to have forgotten why I acquired it originally.

I feel a twinge of ungrateful abandon to think these little tinker things, I will toss with the used, useless, unwanted things.
I feel that it would be strangely out of place, to lay among the trash.  
I think sometimes I think to much, but I'm kinda glad I do.
Those tinker things must have a place of valued memory in mind, that I'm not quite ready to let part...I must always appreciate the Value of Things.