It is over one year now
And home movies once filled with recent faces
become resurrections,
from Valhalla
carrying stories from a thousand viewings
but cheer me no more.
How many times he popped that cork,
And she rode that pony at the picnic
I cannot venture to say.
The pumpkin man will scare Frankie forever.
And the young mother will always
Smile from behind the sugar frosted flakes
with that cigarette in her hand.
Its just that soon no one will know their names
And the passion so embedded in the Moments
becomes too bright to look upon.
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