glass jar

 

memories kept inside an old glass jar,

silver lid shut tight.

there,  on an old wooden ledge, the jar quietly sits.

minutes pass,  hours and days swim by.

between the dust and cobwebs,

a past looks and swirls inside in a liquid air.

outside the glass,  a tomorrow silently flows by.

still!, when one lives inside the glass jar

one cannot see,  cannot reach for – and one cannot touch.

memories kept inside an old glass jar,

sliver lid shut tight.

there,  on an old wooden shelf,  the jar quietly sits.

 

 

c 2014 bgw

 

 

 

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