Ageing
Pictures on the mantlepiece
Of those in your heart,
Black and white or with a crease
Where they have come so far;
Taken only yesterday,
Yet forty years ago;
Remember when you used to play
Out in the sun, the snow?
But the faces slowly fade,
Growing weaker in the light;
You feel you have outstayed
Your time here ends tonight.
Now a beautiful tear
Catches in your ruffled skin;
You will leave it here,
And wait for it to begin.
Copyright © Abi Morgan | Year Posted 2012
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