Trinkets in the Planter
I stumbled across some old plastic army soldier
His better days are over
But his camouflage has never been outdone
Out here in the yard, under all these leaves and bark
It’s a shame his time’s long past
When somebody imagines his rank and class
Now He’s just a trinket in the planter
Someday you may stumble on him,
Or one of the many just like this.
Faded memories once loved well,
Now just stories one might tell,
Just trinkets in the planter
That’s not to say they’ve been forgotten
No sometimes even now,
They’ll be a long lost bit of nostalgia
A feeling that might catch ya
And leave you longing for home
Found a Luigi figure lying there in the mud
At least most of him anyway
At some point he must have broke,
From an old keychain
A valued part of life, for such a short time
A treasure all the same
In so many ways
Some day someone might dig him up
And wonder ‘bout the hell he went through
And never know just what
He might of meant to you.
A time when he was more
Than just a trinket in the planter
That’s not to say he’s been forgotten
Though I suppose from day to day that may be true
He’s still a precious memory, a piece of who you came to be
A piece who’s roots run deep into your history
So stranger when you find them,
Know that their more than simple trash
There’s a story to each one
Slivers and pieces like artifacts, little gems of the past
To these trinkets in the planter.
