What I Can’t Throw Away: A Sonnet

Playthings I purchase by selling my day

But gizmos and gadgets, don’t own my heart

Not trinkets or toys, with those I could part

What is it that I could not throw away?


Ties of great friendships too steadfast to fray

Friends whom I’ve kept though we live far apart

Memories and dreams, some sweet and some tart

Echoes of laughter, young people at play


But it does not do to dwell in the past

Time shapes all things a potter’s skilled hand

Dreams from my past need not keep me frozen


Mem’ries are fleeting; dreams don’t have to last

Today is not what I yesterday planned

But there’s greater joy: the life I’ve chosen.

About Andrew

I'm a Christian, American, liberal, geeky, thoughtful, Northwest-transplanted Angeleno husband, father, and pundit who writes about anything he can think of.
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