The Bureau Drawer.

We have a drawer filled with untold objects that meant something once.

Many houses have a bureau
In every bureau there's a drawer
In that drawer forgotten treasure.
Memorabilia of a bygone lore

Every item paints a picture
Every picture held a dream
Some of the dreams then got forgotten
Times detritus hides the gleam

Every dream once filled tomorrow
Our tomorrow's made a life
Filled with laughter, mixed with sorrow
Pride in children. Love of wife

Love of life is all important
Love of wife important more
Love for all gives added puissance
To all that we are living for

Did life make you villain? Hero?
A saviour of a world at war?
Did you burn your world, Nero
Bereft and bitter to the core?

Creator? Leader? Mediator? Chancer?
Sailing to undiscovered shore?
If you wish to find the answer
Perhaps it's in the bureau drawer

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Bryan. The bureau draw does hide secrets. On my father in laws death, his bureau drawer had concealed much about the younger brother he had, who had been killed during the second World War. Such was his grief, he could never talk about him. He could not share. I found that terribly sad. Your beautiful poem reminded me of a lovely kind man.Thank you for that.

Chris

[Bryan Sefton]

That is one result I wasn't expecting, but it does show the hidden world in the drawer. To not speak about a lost brother shows that he was greiving really bad. I lost my brother some time ago and I really miss him still. Thank you for your reply and thanks for your comment Chris.