Yesterday's Faces
Sunday afternoons and sentimental tunes,
Old silver spoons in elegant velvet-lined cases.
Afternoon teas under pink blossomed trees
A setting for yesterday's faces
By the pine-panelled door of the old Grocer's store
There were kegs on the floor and old cases
Where scales and smells and broken nut shells
Remind me of yesterday's faces.
Some things to me tell of times I knew well
They ring a sweet bell in old places.
Iron pokers and grates, cane chairs and big plates
Belonging to yesterday's faces.
And back in the days when my granny wore stays
(except on wash days), I remember corset laces,
Blue cups of willow and lace on the pillow
Dear relics of yesterday's faces.
I'd go if I could to where water tanks stood
And cut firewood was piled in convenient places.
But, Time has swept on and now, it's all gone
And I mourn for yesterday's faces
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