On My Waysides

i keep finding things on my waysides
like photographs
and broken, tarnished little pieces
of cars or kids' jewellery
i take them home with me
and store them
like souvenirs of places
i haven't seen
i keep tripping over people on my waysides
like drunks and beggars
and lonely boys
and sometimes
i take them home with me
like witnesses of somebody else's memories
i keep sitting on my wayside
waiting for someone to find me
like a curious boy
or some other explorer
and take me home with him
and ask me
to be his last souvenir



Credits
Writer(s): Peter Westermeier
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