Bookcase of Life

By Michael J Falotico Inside my soul there stands a bookcase.. Each shelf holds a different time and face.. Some on the top you know hold you .. Others are dark and shadowed and not so true.. The ones on the bottom are for days of young.. There are a few in the middle that I can still taste on my tongue.. The warmest shelves are closest to my heart.. They can't be shifted or even torn apart.. We all have memories that we put on a bookcase.. And take them out when alone if you need a change of pace..