In my attic, in a dust-Leadon trunk,
I found an old red jacket.
It bore wrinkles
and smelled of mothballs.
In one pocket,
I found an old smile.
But in the burdensome years
since I last wore it
I found it no longer fit.
In the other pocket, I found joy.
But it too felt out of place.
I’d worn them both out long ago
through the years of life.
These days, I’m more likely to find
stress, anger, worry,
as well as wrinkles on my face that
multiply each year.
Someday though, I’ll find that old jacket
whose pockets were filled with hope,
happiness and inspiration.
They’re in a trunk called belief.
I enjoyed this immensely.
👍
Thank you Peter.
Powerfully penned, Tim. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
I appreciate the comment, thank you.
hello dearest Tim this is beautiful I enjoyed the metaphors here… I don’t know how to stop hoping no matter what I pray you find belief an understanding of God as I have found him truly to be I looked at church and never found him there… then my scope widened and I found him everywhere ❤️
Thank you for the comment, Crimsin. 🙂
Man, I love the part where you found an old smile. The whole piece is great but something about those two words together made me smile. And no, it’s not old! lol
It gave ma a feeling of nostalgia. Wonderful write amigo!
Thanks for posting.
Thanks so much Adel. :)))
Powerful work.
Thanks Thomas.
Tim, this read like a man on a quest to find the joy he once had. You took this metaphor and flew with it my friend. I could visualize the old red jacket in the trunk and you finding it and looking in the pockets for what once was. Truly great work.
John