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I turn the key within its chamber
The hinges cry a woeful squeak
Closed up tight for years uncounted
Moments that this attic keeps


Memories of days forgotten
Scattered on this wooden floor
As if time trapped in a bottle
Safely kept for evermore


Foraging through endless bounties
Dust it lays more than an inch
Dim, the incandescent light bulb
No one else has been here since


Now my mind it tends to wander
Dreaming of the good old days
Photographs breathe life now savored
Black and white their bold displays


I find a tear my eye now forming
Destined, I relive the cost
Draped of fabric worn and tattered
Faces of the friends I’ve lost


Is this it, my life collected
Answered questions now begin
Left for someone to discover
Soon to scatter on the wind


I turn the key within its chamber
The lock it moans an empty click
Count your blessings as they happen
Life it passes, oh so quick