A Costly Collection

I am a simple collector Here lay the sum of my finds Parts of me so long forgotten and heavy Carried through Year 29 There are my tender and trepid Here my condemned and admired Pieces of silver I say that I'm proud of Some to explain why I hide I am a simple collector And the collection at times Made of old coins and old cards kept in boxes I am the sum of my finds I'm what remains of the young boy Riding a trike down the stairs Split his chin open, when mother consoled him He got up to ride down again I'm in the break in the summer Strings tied to kites in the park The sweat and the sand and our knees with their red marks Our mission to outrun the dark I'm the remarks of my father Winter when I crashed the car The truth suffocated, confession belated He forgave my ignorant heart I'm in the place you were made queen Autumn in old Custer park Fixed in my ring was the message affirming That you are the one for my heart I'm in the hickory kitchen wiping the rain from your eyes The reckless exchange of my honest mistake All it took to see part of you die I'm in the ripe heavy closure Of my grandfather's goodbye And all that remains as my memory takes them A pattern for how to love kind I am a simple collector And a collection of mine Made up of coins and old cards kept in boxes I am the sum of my time here Oh, I think I can bare this Oh, I'm ready to share it Oh, the costly collection Hm, my costly collection Oh, think I'm ready to share it