Displaying mementos from one’s past can be a little dangerous. Best to pack them away and move on. Love the line, “A man’s past exceeds the coarse objects he files.” 

[My aim’s not to rid every reminder, 
But to clear tomorrow so I might aspire.] 
 
With dampened cloth I wipe the mantel clean, 
Where my childhood’s end for years hath been — 
A circular motion in squares of sunlight, 
Upon a-packing mementos archived. 
 
See, 
A pocketwatch passed down can comfort a child, 
But still measures time counter-clockwise. 
And photographs can freeze figures in frames, 
But still black-and-whites yellow with age. 
 
Lo, 
Today I declare what long I decried: 
A man’s past exceeds the coarse objects he files; 
On a shelf of ash, in a box corrugated — 
Yesterday’s kept best in the mind of the curator.