Of the Lost Charm

Cold silence beseeches the fogged eyes,
Eyes which don’t hold the familiar smiles.
A word of cajole, a noise of laughter like we last had,
Alas! It’s sad but true, just the memories of the past shall now ring in the head.

A phone call now doesn’t sound like the days of yore.
Once, if it ever does come by, sounds nothing more than just a chore.
Hurried words, just to let you know,
That it’s not to be the same, won’t ever be – anymore!

Curse the world, for it’s not your fault,
Or implore the Lord, for you just want the time to halt!
Your vision of the future is mocking back at you,
The old is gone. What? Where? Who? Nope, nothing new.

Drooped shoulders, head buried to the ground,
Time has burdened the soul, the magic is not to be found.
Tells a million tales of how it had all been,
Now lives with what is, the lost charm, never again to be seen….

“Deal With It!”