Old Things

I love old things, don't ask me why
They just seen to take my fancy
Old pictures in old trunks in attics
With old names like Nancy

Old love letters tell a story
Of a broken heart
A soldier boy far away home
From his love he had to part

Old barns falling down
Too long they have gone unattended
Broken doors, rotting floors
Never will they be mended

Old memories from the past
Some happy and some sad
Stories of long ago ancestors
What hard times they had

Old things tell me of the past
But I know I must move on
They hold a place within my heart
And I'll never be alone.

By Grace Lee Smith Green
1996