#WritcoPoemPrompt115
Threw out old boxes,
Regrets and photographs,
Empty pockets and lockets,
And some other scraps.

Threw out the old thin pouch,
And some other clothes,
And the tattered wooden couch,
Where I sat with my folks.

The old spoon and the round plates,
Which holds a lot of tastes,
And that little black slate,
Which was my first learning mate.

As I threw them all along,
Felt like a part of me is gone,
But its not a end to mourn,
But a beginning of a new dawn.