Rummaging through the heaped rubbish
In the attic we’ve filled with our lives
Half-buried, I came across … this
That we had treasured more than most.
A used-up piece of our past lives.
Valued, because we had nothing else.
I thought, perhaps, I’d clean it up;
Spend some time, and make it work again.
But, somehow, I couldn’t see us,
Giving value to this relic, now
Of when our world had nothing but …