I Found an Artefact From Childhood years

BRUSH

I visited my moms and dads and
checked out their shower room.
Cha-ching!
I found my childhood years hairbrush.
I gaped in pleasure!
Exactly how weird and wacky.
I can not believe this brush
really did not obtain lost in the throes of life.
I attempted to clean my hair again with it,
yet that was a poor idea.
A poor idea that made me laugh.
The brush bristles
are way as well old.
A few of them crumbled.
It’s damaged but not forgotten.
My old brush was looking pretty depressing.
Yet it was happy to see me.
Like a kid joyously jumping
in a pool of beach rounds.
Made me grin and chortle.
The brush really did not stand the examination of time,
but it was a great find.
A fun and quaint artifact.

Thanks for reviewing my poem and musings.