Glassed Memories

Glass coated portraits of what has past,
Each conserved, from first to last,
They line the hallowed halls of my heart,
And from these sunken walls, they shall not part.

I walk by them each dawn and dusk,
And think my day but a light husk,
Of what these memories had been;
Will I ever live them again?

But what is this I have just heard?
Why surely your spent thoughts are blurred!
You can't forget these days now gone,
To toss away with but a yawn.

I should have known you'd let them pass,
I guess I should have used less glass...