In the Attic
Today I was looking through a box
High in the attic above
Filled with cobwebs and spiders
And bats that aren't any kinder.
I found a photo, fading in gray
Of a large man and a little girl
The man looked sad and the girl looked happy
Now try to read this poem without getting all sappy.
On the back was a date
Written in a curvy scrawl
To Mary Jane resting above
Just know that you were loved.
Today I looked through a treasure chest
High in a castle above
Filled with mysteries and magical items
And if you look hard enough, I bet you can find 'em.
Just some random poem.