Time Capsule

Placed in a tin, then buried underground

For the duration should be safe and sound

Things that once where treasures, well kind of

Ornament made from a rubber mould

Once treasured more than gold

Then a bag of marbles from delicate skill

To lose any of them I’d rather kill

A tram ticket from a day out

Will always be remembered without any doubt

A photograph the likeness of me

So the finder will be able to see

So all these treasures will remember of days gone by

But now I give a heartfelt sigh

As time has passed I’ve moved many times

Now in my autumn of years

Cannot remember where buried

This brings about tears

But one never knows perhaps it will be found

Where it is safely buried, deep in the ground

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