Remembering through the
Tokens of a time and place;
Train tickets, post cards,
Beer labels, old jars.
Little value in these things, an extension of self,
Although pieces of the past, psychological wealth;
A look,
And a smile’s on my face.

Traveling thoughts,
Colors of place,
Journeys over land and sea;
Celebrating friendship,
If life’s a lock then friends are key;
It’s hard to say goodbye
To the tokens on the wall
Caught the memory,
It’s not the thing I’m gonna miss