The Boxes Under My Bed

The boxes under my bed,
In them mementos from all my years,
They’re dusty, overflowing, and brown
They are a timeline full of all the events in my life,
They hide under my bed waiting to be pulled out,
They might seem boring and old, but inside is a story waiting to unfold,
I remember seeing them under my bed when something rolls under and gets lost,
They’re a keeper of good times and tragedy’s that are forgotten and want to be remembered,
The boxes under my bed.