In the laundry room are bags
And boxes from the past,
Filled with photos, books and papers
That I have amassed.
Today I went through one such bag
And in a tied-up stack
Were the wedding cards we’d gotten
Over forty-nine years back.
I read each one and there were names
I did not recognize,
Plus notes from students in my class,
Which came as a surprise.
Another cool discovery -
A work I’d been assigned,
Describing speakers in a course
And how they’d tapped my mind.
The hand-writ ten page paper,
Which I shared and read aloud,
Was insightful and insouciant
And made me feel quite proud.
It’s nice to get a little glimpse
(And more so as you age)
Of a younger you and how you were
At such a different stage.
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