Will I be old one day,

Alone and lost in thought

As days follow days

Of dust and photos

Recalled by touch of

Albums all unopened?


No, here I will sit

And sip my bitter tears

Whilst memories

(So many ghosts)

Walk by my window,

Every one wearing a new face.


Golden are such times:

Filled with bittersweet gilt

And polished by hindsight

Till all of my regrets

(Undone, remade)

Shine brighter than the sun.


Couldn’t find an online listening post for this one.