Forgotten years lie in the back of my mind
Crying tears over their neglect
I’m caught up in the passage of my time
Longing to be brought back
Soon I’ll be gone. Where will they go?
Am I the only one who thinks of you at all?
Take hold, cherish, replay each one
Answering the fulfillment of their call
I want to divide them into bags
Throw tinsel over every single one
Each day a new decoration
My three ladies disappear into children
I’m left without a roommate or dancing space
The cards have left the table, the grass has left the yard
Bouncing on the bed, childish laughter
Burning lips from my critic
No worries plague the fanatics
And brothers bump each other out the door
It may be a gift, but who wants it?
Only home can make up the loss of home