Curios of the Past

Something is appealing
About this room
Full of assorted junk
Fastened to the walls,
Debris from a bygone era,
Mementos of generations past.
Most are from
Long before my time,
Reminders that I am not
As old as I think.
What could possibly
Be so attractive
About an old boot,
Or a toy truck
Long past its prime,
A broken banjo,
Or an old violin,
But they somehow
All contribute
To the ambiance
Of the room
In which I eat.