The Room In The Back Of Our Mind

There’s a little room in the back of our minds
Stuck away in its little place behind a closed door
Every once in a while we give it some thought
But the urge to open it we often ignore

The room is full of memories of friends and places
That once upon a time was important in our lives
Time has dulled the memory of some of the young faces
And remembrances of the old places hardly survives

Maybe we should take some time to stroll through our mind
Do a little house cleaning, toss some useless junk and more
Think about the old friends we have somehow left behind
We might find it all in the little room behind the closed door.

By Ken Downing