Facets

The things to which we cling
aren’t always made of gold
it’s the memories they bring
that we reverently hold.

Some old and rusty scrap
could be worth a pirate’s hoard
if it rested in the lap
of someone you adored,

a poignant piece of song
or a long forgotten smell
can keep your spirit strong
with a love that won’t dispel.

They’re part of who we are
(like power to a king)
both noble and bizarre
the things to which we cling.