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