SHELVES

Shelves are made
For memories
Frozen in books and frames

Lives lived
And lessons learned
From shots missed

Mementos
Of heights attained
And lows that fought for crescendos

Trophies from triumphs,
Poignant moments
Young dreams can fly on

Hardcovers and paperbacks
Of lost loves
And loves gotten back

But, there's no place for dreams not chased
On the shelf, because
Til' your dying breath, they will keep calling your name