By Benjamin Shapiro
That room saw such soirees,

Tumblers touching in tasteful toasts, 

Cigar smoke soaring slowly 

Toward tin tiled ceilings. 

Laughter, left footed dances, libations,

Hopeful heartful happiness. 

Gay days long gone 

Grey days, sad songs

Broken couches, broken panes

Letting in wrecking rains. 

She sits sullenly on the sofa,

Dancers dallying deftly

Her heart held half-heartedly

By beau brazenly bewildered 

By better beauties. 

She sobs silently, soothing self-pity. 

Gay days long gone 

Grey days, sad songs

Broken couches, broken panes

Letting in wrecking rains. 

He holds his head, hungover, 

Last eve’s levity lingering, 

Past parties push past,

Shattered soul, screaming,

Godforsaken glass, guzzling gin. 

Gay days long gone 

Grey days, sad songs

Broken couches, broken panes

Letting in wrecking rains. 

Room rots, wrecked,

Moldering in melancholy,

Life left long ago,

Soirees ceased

Never more, never more. 

Gay days long gone 

Grey days, sad songs

Broken couches, broken panes

Letting in wrecking rains.

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