The Quilt.

So you've lived your best years
on the table before you
a bowl of joys and a bottle of tears
At your feet on the floor
a box of mementos
sentimental gateways into the past
A teddy bear with one eye
a watch a brooch an old wallet
photos of days away
of Parents watching children at play
taken out and looked at every blue moon
and tonight the moon is blue

It's the same for everyone
everyone has a story to tell
when life was like heaven
when they lived through hell
hearts like a patchwork quilt
torn and mended torn and mended

So do not think you are unique
or the hearts of others are made of stone
in all honesty you are not alone.