Faded photographs
From bygone days;
Each ribbon and sequin
With a timeless moment attached.
Misty eyed
Scrapbook of memories
How beautiful you were
Young and vibrant;
Filled with starry eyed hope.
Innocence lost to
Time weathered heart,
Wisdoms gained;
Would never do it over again.
Yet, glowing embers
Remain from youthful fires,
Voices that echo
From ancient halls;
Play back in old songs;
Sparkling evening gowns
Still dance
In today’s mirror.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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