Ashes to ashes
And dust to dust
Words to letters
And iron to rust
Pictures and frames
Passed down, son to son
Twice, maybe thrice
Trading memories for a new one
Maintain character
Pretend with the times
Play a new part
But never consign
Be your own self
Yet look to the past
Your life received in pieces
That you might leave one last shard of polished glass
December Rose 
Thank you for the repost 🙂
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Nice rhythm with creative insight. : )
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Thank you 🙂
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