It survived for a whole generation,
from "I do" 'til "I'm through".
Alas, it pooped out-
and now it's been trashed.
It stuck around since our mid 20s.
It was a worthwhile gift,
Not much was put into it at first
but later, the good stuff was well stocked.
Foolishly, we let too many things spoil.
So much that, sometimes,
we didn't want to look inside.
How we hid some disgusting crap!
Over time, some screws came undone
but we fixed them.
Eventually though, things got too frigid
despite the adjustments.
Looking back, it was tacky of us
to place so many silly to-dos on it—
but we can both agree it did hold
the sweetest recollections- those from our kids.
I did not imagine life without you;
but, no sour grapes
and no tears over spilled milk-
I'll find another.
.. have long believed ‘refrigerator art’ among the greatest ‘social documentary’ modes of contemporary times. Also noteworthy - those marks on walls tracking age & height ! Both so easily captured on camera ! 🦎🏴☠️ Fab Post !
"Foolishly, we let too many things spoil." This line vibrates (like an old fridge), with meaning well beyond this context. An epitaph for a generation?