Nearly eleven, and I'm a little bored
And the thinking and the remembering
Kicks in.
I wander through some memory
A rainy day, an awful dream
A crowded park
And my first kiss.
A rattling clock, the battery dead
An old photograph
In a dusty frame.Cracking.
And then of course,
The sad-eyed doll
Forgotten and forlorn,
The little slipper
I once fit into,
The writing on the wall.