Dusty boxes sit on shelves
All full of the past
Would we understand ourselves
Better if we looked or do our lives just move to fast
Old photos, old letters going yellow with age
Small mementos of a lost love
All trapped in a cardboard cage
Just open one, the past would approve
Why do we pack history away
And let it be forgotten
They can be memories of a better day
So, take them out of dusty boxes, enjoy them before they go rotten.