Faded Memories

The working day started with the smell of cooked bacon, the taste of contentment, fueling hearts made to fly. Now days begin with strange smiling faces, they want to help you but you are never sure why. The working day strained, busy hands in production, earning worth and affection, life in your prime. Now days consist of songs with no connection, sounds never familiar, though played all the time. The working day ended with warm welcome greetings , coat on the hook, tell tales of the day left behind. Now days work never seems over, forever searching for purpose , answers secluded, impossible to find. Joy came once from your children's embraces, teaching life to loved ones, so they that could go far. Now joy is a concept lost from fear in abundance , your kids come to see you but you don't know who they are. Once surrounded by the fruits of your labour, counting blessings reverently , like the rays of the sun. Now you try counting stitches through thick unkempt lenses, losing count, losing time , blending days all in to one. The time you once spent dreaming , turning thoughts in to passion, making memories to last throughout the years. Now memories all near faded like ripples in still water, thoughts of happy endings fall solemn through tears. Daily yield unregarded , a life sits feeling dormant , a heart big as the moon sits lonely. A heart once filled with meanings though broken and empty, beats a tune of who they used to be.