Y5week19 the ease of years past

i hate being late...
:wink:

The ease of years past

I'm keeping my face
You're keeping your wit

We fall into place
We practice our steps

She keeps half the masquerade
He keeps collapsing in random fits

We with our need for consistency
Pile up between cardboard boxes
Like faint memories
Of times that were better
Where love was a matter
Of staying together,
Ignoring the weather
And freezing the heart
To act out your part
Needed less pressure

[Oh, times that were better]

cheers,
straycat.