Philately Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

Well since you showed me yours,
I'll show you mine.
Here's HOLIDAYS.
There's SPORTS
for quick review.
A lot are faded, old,
unique, some new.
They look like scabs.
I've stuck them in a line.
There's PORTRAITS:
fools, fake friends
and famous flakes,
Ex-lovers, relatives,
false profits, fiends.
COMMEM'RATIVES go here:
our war machines,
that cruise, the pet we lost,
and tax mistakes.
Collecting these
felt useful for awhile.
More than a hobby,
this became my style.
Their values change.
Few special, rare.
Each only opens wounds
and leaves them bare.
Back then ignoring crimes
seemed such a crime.
But held resentments
simply wastes my time.