Member Poem

I ALMOST TOSSED IT OUT

Deep down among all that old dusty stuff
In an old cardboard box, here in the attic
Was that photo again that I’d seen enough

A buzzing in my brain, like unending static
That image always just there, as if to haunt
And a recurring presence almost automatic

That picture, always trying so hard to taunt
Looking almost wizened, beyond my years
The image of me as a thin youth, so gaunt

Surely just one single copy of this was kept
As it seemed to be everywhere that I’d look
Was my clearance of rubbish really so inept

It never earned a place in any album or book
But the memory of that time is with me still
Posing for the photo and the courage it took

I remember all those years when I was so ill
If only I could ever forget, and just move on
Now to toss it out forever, well, I never will

As what reference will I have when it is gone
Just how I’ve changed is much to think upon