| Lots of Memories As I looked on tonight at things gathered into unorganized piles somehow it just didn't seem right as I noticed the portrait with smiles A quarter here a dollar there the man with the mike called for a bid he seemed to not have much care this pile he just wanted himself to rid As I saw the various pictures thrown together in boxes of haste it occurred to me that these were fixtures of someone unknown their life a waste Oh I bought some of the letters and books for I was curious myself to see what these letters said and yearbooks read they were dated nineteen sixty one and forty three How sad I thought to myself as I watched the crowd rummage through the things I was sure that these had memories of wealth wondered how these came to pass, as the auctioneer gruffly sings "Who'll giva dollah, faww aww that thair? he barked as he glanced at me all I could do was stand and stare as I didn't want the whole lot even for free I kept staring at the portrait in frame and wondering what the story was in its past thought to myself how it sure was a shame what took years to accumalate, was now vanishing fast Was it all from an unpaid storage locker? that some rich man held the key ransom? did the lady of the house miss her betty crocker cookbook, I wanted to go up to the auctioneer and ask'em Scattered pictures lay silently in one of the crates pictures of happy smiles and I thought of the trials and tribulations of those and all that still awaits how they had been many years and several of lifes miles And as the folk each grabbed the boxes of treasure to run home and see what part of someone elses life they had I said a silent prayer for good measure "Lord, please bless those unknown folks, whose fortune has obviously...turned bad" Copyright �-2001 Dennis Hicks |
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