Come have a look
It’s been a while
Since I got off the hook

Little things here
From my milk bottle
To that book on Shakespeare

I gathered them for 25 years
They’re all close to me
Except a few blurs

Don’t mistake it for panoply
It’s my life you see
Built up like a lego tree

The settled dust
Is nature’s way of aging
And time’s eternal lust

You wonder why I stopped collecting ?
What happens when the baby bird
Leaves it’s nest to sing ?

There lies the answer you seek
And that is why, my friend
Memories are antique.