A weathered key turned in a worn out lock;
Rusty hinges creak as the lid is gingerly raised,
Aged dust drawn as if by vacuum fills the musty air,
Like so many travellers on their worldly journey.
This steamer trunk long forgotten;
Adorned with France, Belgium, Canada, Japan…
Reminders of its travels and the sights it has seen.
Memories of good times,
Memories of some not so good,
Memories of long nights,
Smoke filled taverns,
Exotic women,
Exhilaration in the unknown,
Glorious sunsets,
Distant shores,
Warm breezes,
Tearful goodbyes,
This musty old trunk, like my mind
Covets memories of days-gone-by.
Perhaps they too are weathered and worn,
Adorned with tattered tags of my life’s travels,
And relegated to a dingy attic,
But they are mine and mine alone
To cherish all the days of my life.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dom DiFrancesco 
Sounds like you’ve gone on some wonderful travels. Thanks for sharing them!
I could only wish, aside from going to Mexico on a cruise once, I have never left the U.S. though not because I haven’t wanted to travel. I am hoping to be able to some day. Thank you though for the nice comment. 🙂
This I’d so lovely, Dominic!
Thank you very much, I appreciate you saying so. 🙂
This is so cool – an old trunk – full of treasures. I personally believe old trunks full of mysterious treasure is more interesting than a new trunk full of stuff – which – chances are- is not a mystery. But – let me just say – how exciting it would be to open up and explore a ‘well-traveled’ trunk;). I gots some WD-40 for the creaky rusty lock. 😉
I have no idea why I came up with this one, it just popped into my rusting, creaky head. 🙂
Like I said, I gots the WD-40;)
I’ll keep that in mind, I think I will need to very soon. 🙂