deposit of gold, silver
fine linens, grand dreams
here and there also one
will find lost friends
and other special things
from somewhere in the past
of the life we've called ours
but often had to share
with others outside
the privacy of ourselves.

The journey of memory
when we speak of it
becomes but general
almost like a cliché
or so boring that
we could pretend
not to care or mind
that someone's else
would want to know
of the silver and gold
fine linen, special dreams
of lost friends found
now only in the
privacy of our mind . . ."

line upon it words
which no one really
cared or thought
too much about,
I said simply, "Your
mind is like a valet,
if you're rich,
you have used one."

Most looked and pondered
saying of what is he saying
and wondering so left me
to stand there wondering
if I was wrong, just blind
to what others thought
of could possibly ever see.

But now when I look back
upon these simple words
I've learned how important
a mind well used can be,
so forever and ever I find
there are some who like me
want to wander and learn
all that one can hear and see. . ."

we can find happiness and joy,
or to seek out pain and careless
love provided or to another given
but what ever we seek to know
we have to pay a price of gold
or silver, fine linen, or maybe
now and then a special dream,
to learn the who and why we are
and where we've come to be,
for the journey is never alone
there are always old friends
and enemies who were
part of what we now treasure
as the path of life now taken
in this privacy called memories . . ."