Rummaging through the heaped rubbish In the attic filled with our lives Half-buried, I came across … this That we had treasured more than most. A used-up piece of our now past lives Valued, because we had nothing I thought, perhaps, I’d clean it up; Spend some time, and make it work again. But, somehow, I could not see us, Giving value to this relic Of when our world had nothing but … Love.No tags assigned.