Days Of Pearls And Lace Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

Those were the days of pearls and lace
of suitors debonair
of garden parties fancy free
as birdsong filled the air

Those were the days of manors grand
and horses of fine breed
when ladies dressed in silk and fur
rode coaches fine indeed

Those were the days when every cup
was filled with every need
life was delightful and quite sweet
all parties were agreed

Those graceful ones of privilege
could not detect the clouds
so dark upon horizon's end
foreboding days of shrouds

The manor halls and carriages
and days of grace and charm
are but a pile of ruins today
as war caused untold harm

Those were the days of pearls and lace
of suitors debonair
of garden parties fancy free
as birdsong filled the air.