I opened the old chest,
And what do I see,
All of the things,
That are special to me.

Poems and stories,
Pictures and such,
All of the things,
That mean so much.

Things that remind me,
Of good times and bad,
Things that remind me,
Of old friends I had.

Sometimes I wish,
I would put my life in rewind,
But I know I have to close the chest,
And leave the past behind.