Fireside Memories
There was a time
When the photographs decorated the mantel,
For visitors to study fondly,
As they remembered the elated smiles
And glistening lips, coated with liquor,
That sipped from crystal wine glasses.
There was a time
Before the images aged,
Along with the surrounding furniture,
Collecting dust,
Fraying at the edges,
And fading…
Just like the memories
We stowed away in the attic,
Entered scarcely on drunken nights,
Where we dusted off the photo albums,
And toasted,
“To the good old days!”
Poem by: Fin
