Finding Myself in an Old Box

Back then I clipped newspaper stories
Put them in a box to preserve my present
Thinking I’ll need to know this
In the future, worried
All may be lost in the past

Ink like thoughts
Disappearing, evaporating into time
While I tried to save time
Clipping the Chronicle Times
My scissors kept time

But the stories kept
Staying the same
Drugged suicide, deadly shooting
After a high speed chase a corrupt
District Attorney makes promises

The car is a new make
And the clothing is new style
The new slang as colorful as before
The new fears, threats & dangers
New music new dance new scandal

Somewhere at the far far bottom
Of this old box, if I dig all the way through
Into the light of time maybe there’s me
Letting go
And finding happiness.

 

 

cover cred  http://athumanyanne.blogspot.com/2014/04/newspaper-cutting.html  https://aadl.org/node/247335

credits clockwise

https://www.archives.gov/publications/prologue/2016/spring/preserve-clippings.html   —   https://charlieandjo.wordpress.com/2012/07/24/weekend-plans  —  https://professormungleton.blogspot.com/p/cardboard-joy-of-box.html —  https://blog.newspapers.com/category/tips-hints-helps

2 responses to “Finding Myself in an Old Box”

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