Living In the Past

"There was a whisper Unheard... But by the wind Only to be answered By the rustle of dusty old curtains Lovely young thing absorbed in her own beauty Century old stairs creaking under the weight of the breeze There's a moon, lusty and full Shining on the fresh fallen snow It's magic lost in the emptiness My eyes stare out of the long cracked window Wisps of cold frost my breath A copse of trees The old white barn Long gone But in my memory It's six P.M. Popeye's on the tube Dad is finally home Nightly potatoes mashed We rush to greet him Hopeful of a treat Little realizing the treat was all about us... 50 years later When memories are my only treasures I thank my God for love and family I miss them, oh So much I sleep alone I eat alone I cry alone at night I twist I turn I wonder why there is no way I can never smile the same."