THE PASSAGE OF TIME
Songs not
Played
Sit on
Records.
Their words
Forgotten.
Melodies
Faded
Memories
In time.
Once
Bearers
Of delight,
They now
Sit
In discs
Quiet..
The walls
Are bare
When once
They held
Beauty
In frames.
In this
Place
The past
Reigns!
The floor
Is
Cold.
No feet
Walk on
It
Like once
They did...
Shoes
Are dressed
In
The passage
Of time.
The place
Breathes
A decay
Of
Joy.
It must
Have
Been
A while
Of
Life
Well lived
Within
The walls!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
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