Seldom were the moments,
Now buried in times vault,
Exposed in its days grace,
Where happiness was brought.
For time is so fleeting,
And these moments soon lost.
Memories once etched, created,
Are now like a Winter's frost.
The window, once clear,
That looked out at life,
Has now been blurred,
By sounds of drums and fife.
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Jane