at the back of my study

is a box within a box

full of long lost letters from long ago

and I sometimes pull one out

and give it a read but

now is the time

to throw it out and

get rid of everything that is not

important because when

I pass there is nobody who

would be interested and

it is not as though

I have enough desire to hold on

to long lost words from far in the past

because those days are dead now and

I have to face the fact

that even the thousands of

poems and songs are just

going to go away

like leaves in the

breeze but it was fun

while it lasted