Sweet damned memories
…recall the tears
bring back the years,
recollect the sorrows
of long lost tomorrow.
To have and to hold
To spurn and to scold.
A vision of truth
An escaping youth.
To each his own
For you’ve outgrown
 the empty allure
And quiet demure
That holds fast the cloud
Enclosed in a shroud
That professes to be
…a sweet memory.