The New Song.

Loose papers fill my life,
And litter my home,
Like memories of long past lovers,
Discarded almost carelessly.
An odd moment of amusement,
Set aside for future scrutiny.

Calligraphy pens hint at skills long forgotten.
Always looking forward to the one moment of discovery,
When all of this will be changed,
Books and documents,
Bound and unbound,
Some even written by me,
Lie in anticipation,
Kept for a future possible posterity,
In the vain hope anyone will actually care.