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

Hard covers and paperbacks

Of lost loves

And love gotten back

There’s no place for dreams not chased

On the shelf because

Till your dying breath, they will keep calling your name