We look upon an older gentlemen.
Going through life, nothing special.
Working towards an end.
But one day, looking through old memorabilia.
He stumbles upon a long lost chest.
Brushing off the dust he opens it.
Hes heart jumps.
Lost notes from a love long gone.
But never forgotten.
Riffling through the chest he finds,
Pictures
Love notes
Old poems
And a ring.
Holding these small little trinkets.
A tear runs down hes check.
Everything happens for a reason.
Through all this a warmth flows through him.
He takes one last look at everything.
Puts everything back.
And goes back to the life that was found.
For the past is nice for a visit but life moves forward.
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 3:42 PM UTC
We look upon an older gentlemen.
Going through life, nothing special.
Working towards an end.
But one day, looking through old memorabilia.
He stumbles upon a long lost chest.
Brushing off the dust he opens it.
Hes heart jumps.
Lost notes from a love long gone.
But never forgotten.
Riffling through the chest he finds,
Pictures
Love notes
Old poems
And a ring.
Holding these small little trinkets.
A tear runs down hes check.
Everything happens for a reason.
Through all this a warmth flows through him.
He takes one last look at everything.
Puts everything back.
And goes back to the life that was found.
For the past is nice for a visit but life moves forward.
Life moves on but every now and then look back and remember the good.