You fill your house with possessions

A treasure trove of memories

To tell you who you are


Here comes another sadness and a disappointment


That trusting causes pain


In a special display case

The ancestral heirlooms –


Rage from your mother and unrequited love

The terror and loneliness collected in the Great War

Are particularly close to your heart


If you moved house

You would build a special room

For the family treasures


While you hold fast to all that history

You are unable to embrace the present

And there is only the present

So where are you?

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