Aged
Static furnishings adorn each era kindly.
Antiques must also succumb to extinction.
The deck was stacked with distinction.
The dust of sunlight is carried by those we have loved.
Dreams float on long removed from our bodies,
They grow wise with our spirits in mind.
The answer to life is best left to rest.
This quest across ages,homes,and said pages lined,
Was undeniably more valuable than what ends we would find.
Copyright © Chris Zarnsy | Year Posted 2011
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