On
Always
In
Mind,
Leaving
Pieces
Of
My
Life
Behind,
I Find
Them
Stored
Away,
Misfiled
As
Needless
Yesterdays.
Fragile
Moments
Are
Paraded,
Faded
Shadows,
Tattered
Fragments
Of
So
Much
That
Mattered,
Pressed
Ultra
Fine,
Golden
To
The
Touch,
And
Aged
Like
Wine.