I look at all the buttons
In my box of needles and pins
I wonder how old they are
And exactly where they've been

They go back in generations
By their old and somber look
You would proudly see them being worn
In old time fashion books

Yet some are bright and shinny
That new age kind of look
The ones on all our childrens clothes
As our heads we silently shook

Deep within my sewing box
Many tales lie untold
If these buttons could only talk to us
What tales would they unfold


Written by:  S. Matheson
3/30/2003