Buried Treasure

Of course most things can be replaced
With shiny and brand new
When holding on to them for so long
A replacement is overdue

But there's somethings I can't let go
From since they're first acquired
Although they're old and breaking down
And long ago expired

How can an object mean so much
That I cannot throw it away
Why do I keep it somewhere safe
To see it slowly decay

Do objects hold memories
When they've been with us from the start
Why do certain possessions we hold close
Are carried in our heart

I know this object is just trash
And it's ready for the bin
But I keep it for all the memories made
Which I hold deep within