Secret Cache

Secret Cache
By Madeleine Begun Kane

A fellow had a secret cache
of coins and stamps and gold.
He planned to sell it off one day
when he became quite old.

That time did come for him at last—
age ninety-three or more.
Alas, he’d thrown his cache box out—
forgot what it was for.

(You can find more of my bad memory humor here. And check out the secret prompt over at Writer’s Island)

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16 Responses to “Secret Cache”

  1. We had a good chuckle at this, Maddie

  2. Isn’t that just how it would happen. Nice one.

  3. Berowne says:

    “In God we trust; all others cache.” I always ejoy your poesy, Madkane.

  4. Christine says:

    Memory will fail us all. My Mom once hid her expensive jewelry in the house and forgot where where she put it. A few years later she found them spring cleaning her walk in closet. (tucked behind her wardrobe)

  5. Veralynne Pepper says:

    Great one, Mad! Just the mild giggle I needed to come down easy after the paper-tearing laughing baby!

    Oh, the stories I could tell about the memory failures–already! I’m too young for this! Perhaps I’ll try to rhyme a joke or two . . . I mean a reminiscence or two.

  6. Mike Patrick says:

    It’s happening to me way before ninety-three. Thanks for the laugh and the . . . uh . . . .

  7. madkane says:

    Thanks everyone for your comments and kind words!

  8. Nanka says:

    We all reach there at different ages perhaps and I may be worse at age 93 or more!! LOL!!

  9. madkane says:

    Nanka, I fear I got there early. :)

  10. Gloria says:

    Thanks for the chuckle! I’m on my way there already….looking for my car keys when they’re in my hand….lol. Good one!

  11. madkane says:

    Gloria, I was going to say “glad you can relate,” but that doesn’t seem quite right. :)

  12. Yeah, I think this is how I will end up! I’m already forced to call my cell phone from my landline and dig it out from wherever it’s hidden!

    Here was mine:

    Take care, and keep writing! Amy BL

  13. madkane says:

    My memory’s always been bad and it sure isn’t improving. :)

  14. Oh, poor thing :-) My memory is so unreliable, that I wouldn’t even remember I had such a friend who had such a thing… Very funny!
    On the other hand, if the person had forgotten about it, no harm done, I believe. After all, he lived for so many years quite successfully (obviously) without the expected money from the “transaction”.

  15. Wenchypoo says:

    I once worked in a thrift store, and someone donated an old wooden ironing board…with about $10k in thousand-dollar bills tucked under the cover.

    Luckily, the store owner could retrace the pickup route that day, and managed to find the owner, and return it. She was a very elderly woman who almost lived through her husband’s insurance money.

    After reading your poem, I’m now glad I don’t have expensive jewelry or large bills around the house to lose track of!

  16. madkane says:

    Thanks Mariya and Wenchypoo. Good stories!