This piece is the result of various people providing their own lines and compiling the result as presented below.
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We are the gatherers, the collector of things
Cluttered junk obliges, for not always taking heed
Collecting much more than we can ever need
Forgotten mementos, stirring visions of glory
Each and every one, a memory in front of a story.
We are our past, remains among relics of material things
Our lives written in prose, verse and rhyme
Scene by scene, chapter by chapter, scribed in time
Shared memories; let’s see what the future holds
As present becomes past, and a future unfolds.
We are the authors, the writer of things
Searching through our reliquary when time allows
Glory days to warm our darkening nights we avow
To share a casual glance and a passing smile
As this train rumbles on mile after mile.