For the Record

For the record...

There are few things to me

As therapeutic and fun

As thumbing through a stack

of used movies and music

Each has a story, owned by one or perhaps many

It could have come from across the street

Or from another state

The smell of the store

The stains on the floor

Who owned this before?

Why is it here now?

Did they outgrown this sound?

Were they hard up for cash?

(Lord knows I've been there too!)

Maybe he had two?

Or the wife said it had to go

It may have been junking up the garage

and they just needed the room

And so it became trash

Expendable

But in me it's found a home

A new place to crash

So for the record...

Thank you to whomever

Let this go from your possession

It will now bring me joy

For it's now come home to me

A treasure found and lost and found again