Memories

The pink, rubbery object
a habitat to the coins
A treasure chest
sealed with memories,
locked and fully closed

The colour of a pale pig
and the touch of roughness with rubber
The smell of the rusty, cold metal

The tears of happiness as a victor, tasted
The sound of light, rushing water

Let the memories flow
to the depths of the high and low
sealed or not,
Unlocked with the past of the mind