My Grandma’s Treasure

My Grandma's house is full of treasures

Boxes and draws of secret pleasures

Of these objects three catch my eye

And forever after will stay clear in my mind

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A pocket mirror, at first dull and old

When wiped with my sleave is shining gold

It tells a tale of beauty and vanity

Jealousy and envy, flaws of humanity

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A dusty old book, paper yellowed with age

I fear it will cumble when I turn the page

It amazes me that in this plain looking thing

Lie adventurous stories of knights and kings

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A joker card with its edges frayed

Separated from the deck after a prank he’d played

Mischievous eyes, cheeky grin

I rescued him from my Grandma’s bin

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My Grandma’s house is full of treasures

Boxes and draws of secret pleasures

A mirror, a novel and a playing card I found

In that magical place whilst looking around

A/N: I wrote this poem for class. We had to write about three objects. Mine were a pocket mirror, a very old copy of The Three Musketeers and a joker card.