aging memories

golden photos, light now faded,
the gentle wearing through the ages,
crinkled edges smoothed day after day,
memories long gone, attempting to be saved,
the lost youth sets like the bright sunㅡ
preciousㅡas it disappears when the day is done
tears fall on white bedsheets and pillowcases,
as the encroaching night threatens to take life away,
memories and regrets of days long past
come to fruit in the mind’s eyes behind face drenched
tears fall like precious pearls
caught only by Death’s skeletal hands,
a raven caws and the night falls,
the lost youth aches for it all

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