An Inventory of Life January 3, 1949

I took time out for an inventory today

Of joys that life has strewn along my
                       way;

A dream or two which had been allowed
                       to rust

Now cast a gleam of gold through
                       gathering dust.

I trod the paths that led to sleeping
                      years,

In Memory's room I stopped and left
                      some tears.

I peered within the attic of my heart

As I with old-time relics now must part.

The keepsakes of old years I almost touch,

They still are dear and I love them very
                      much;

And while old memories like a tear drop
                      gleam,

I steal away and with me take a dream.

                                                      V.C.