I have a keychain from every place I’ve been.
I collect them to hang on my wall,
Like pictures, they represent snippets of memory.

Forever bigger my collection grows
To hang ever heavier on my wall.
I wonder if it will collapse.

Someday when I am older
With more memories,
More keychains.

Will my wall be able to hold all of them?
Or will they come tumbling down
Like an avalanche, crushing everything in their path?