A Dusty Shelf

I wrote this a while ago.  Thinking of nothing in particular except maybe being forgotten.

Written 7/01

In a room is a dusty shelf of scattered thoughts and memories A simple glance won’t do it justice, give it another chance In a room is a dusty Shelf of scattered hopes and dreams A simple dusty blow probably won’t even show In a room is a dusty shelf of things left behind A Simple swipe of the hand will leave it where it stands In a room is a dusty shelf of friends and family too A simple shove won’t leave it with much love In a room is a dusty shelf of wishes for some hope A simple thought and some care let’s it know that it’s still there Don’t treat me like that dusty shelf.