Posters And Pamphlets

Here a poster, there a pamphlet

A creased and dog-eared map

Happy days never to forget

Caught in memory's trap;

These lifeless papers lie

In a drawer away from the light

Flattened, as much to die

As suffer eternal night;

But opening the drawer brings them alive

In my hands the shrieks and yells

The Children, life yet to arrive,

The ringing of distant bells;

What good are they, why do we keep

Days passed away and drained?

As if happiness, once put to sleep,

Could revive and fill our hearts again;

For these bygones only serve

To remind me of what has gone away

So sadness is what I deserve

For pretending it is yesterday.