Joys and tears
Our home for years
Gutted and emptied
With such ease I pitied
Echoes of the past
Memories I hope will last
By Nicholas Byrley
Joys and tears
Our home for years
Gutted and emptied
With such ease I pitied
Echoes of the past
Memories I hope will last
By Nicholas Byrley
Years pass and seasons change, time the ultimate voyeur.
Stuff piles up, modern life’s accompanying junk.
Treasured memories gather, stacked into closets and drawers.
All of these things, all of that space.
They occupy whatever they can, providing fertile ground for dust.
In the end all is passing, simple material bound for decay.
Totaled a life they are not, only evidence of its existence.
By Nicholas Byrley
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