A Short Untitled Poem

If you looked into my mind,

Rows and rows of books, you’d find.

Memories left to collect dust on a shelf

Along with things I’ve learned and taught myself.

Photographs and maps line the walls,

Specific people or places for me to recall.

A library of thoughts, hopes, and dreams,

With older books, tearing at the seams-

Books read, reread, and filed away,

Brought out to replay a special day.

If you looked into my mind,

A glorious life lived is what you’d find.

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