My Wallet
The wrangled wallet lay on the desk,
Full of clutter i brush it aside,
Showing cash and only an ID,
Currious i pick it up again,
I flip it open and look inside,
Lost memories fill my empty room,
I look through it naming the content,
ID, Scarf, cash, Personal cards,
But something lay behind all of these,
Under the ID an arcade card,
Under the scarf, layed a debit card,
Under the cash layed holes still unkown,
Under the cards layed a gamestop card,
Nostalgia enters my heart, though
I think of all of the uselessness,
Because i will have to leave them here,
Next to the useless, cluttered items,
Too buy a new wallet, with no holes in it,
Leaving behind the gamestop card and,
The arcade card full of clawed scratches,
Soon i will leave the young teenage life,
And go for the passion of my new life,
And meet the greater odds to defeat!
Though for now, it is happily mines,
And i will not regret having it.