Working at the museum on
The weekends was a break
From school and the usual
Routine. It consisted of
Standing in one place for
A while and then switching
Places with the guards on a
Schedule. It was fun to watch
The people as they walked
Through the museum during
The four hours I worked. They
Didn’t realize it but they were
On exhibit as much as the
Pieces in the museum.
Consider your life and
Everything you have done
On exhibit in your personal
Museum
What will you see?
Will you be proud of what is
On exhibit or a little embarrassed?
We all slip up. It is your life and it
Is unique. You have touched people
In ways you did not realize and
Others touched you in wonderful
Ways. That is what it is all about.
I found this museum on
A quiet street on the
Edge of town with an
Inconspicuous sign in
The front
It was the Museum of Broken Dreams
The creepy thing about
It was if a person entered
The museum that was the
Last anyone ever saw of
Them again
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