In
The Closet
by Bud Lemire on Feb 8,
2004
In my
childhood, when relatives would come
In the
closet, we'd be hiding from
It kept us
hidden for quite awhile
We were
discovered with an embarrassing smile
In the closet
were our clothes
And some
things nobody knows
Just the
perfect place
For boxes and
a hidden face
In our
closet, were stored memories
Of times that
use to be
A furry
little friend, who laid down his head
Making the
closet, a place for his bed
Oh the times,
that I recall
Special
memories for us all
In the
closet, a treasured memory
And only you
hold the key
Empty every
box
Unlock the
lock
Look inside
and see
Part of what
you use to be
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