In corners dark, where shadows creep,
Lie relics old, where dreams once steep.
Unused they sit, in dust they dwell,
Their tales untold, their silence swell.

Forgotten toys, with paint now chipped,
Books unread, their pages slipped.
Tools once sharp, now rusted and worn,
In quiet repose, their purpose torn.

Clothes outgrown, in closets hide,
Memories faded, once held with pride.
Gadgets lost, in drawers they lie,
Their usefulness fades, as time flies by.

Yet in each thing, a story hides,
Of moments shared, of joyous rides.
Though unuseful now, they once held sway,
In life's grand dance, they had their day