The Old Thoughts Home

Just where do old thoughts go? I've pondered this,
while peering down the hallways of my mind.
They're flighty guests, and few of them I'll miss;
besides, they leave their garbage strewn behind.

They barge right in, upset my scheduled plans,
and scatter notions halfway through the night.
At dawn they holler, "catch me if you can"...
and when I turn, they've vanished from my sight.

One day I found a notice, and I knew
where they must head when they vacate my place:
The Old Thoughts Home: Full service and a view --
with private rooms and lots of meeting space.

Imagine the commotion that exists
when old thoughts gather 'round to reminisce!

© Laryalee Fraser

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