Volunteering for the community
Has me working on records cemetery
Transcribing headstones’ last message
For technology’s online passage
And in my breaks I roam around
The rooms of a post office re-homed
With dental chair and printing press
A baby’s cot, lace wedding dress…
all memories of the past that once
was a day like today, now evidence
of time’s traversing ever along
the daily things we think common
one day will grace an exhibit unique
When they think our lives are so antique
so words I write and dates transform
for some future researcher… yet to be born.
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