There comes a day
With blinds shut fast
Against the slanting sun
When eyes are dim
And pillows soft
That the falters and the
failures
Still remain
But their memory no longer
cuts
Like winter wind that
blows
Across the hours
But sit upon a shelf
Like faded photographs
Sepia colored suits and
dresses
Long out of fashion
Out of time
JRMcF
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