What pieces are left now that the junk has been hauled away furniture - sold trinkets distributed We have all laid claim to the material possessions our memories are chained to 60 years of shelter now an empty house an empty shell Oh, the stories these walls could tell! All that remains are the stains in the carpet and in our memories. Please these days have drained the marrow from our bones as we've shifted and sorted all that belonged to them. Time is no one's friend. Their generation saw world wars, trench warfare, concentration camps, the Great Depression, Revolutions of equality and technology They lived through it all - they survived And now are laid to rest dust to dust. Losing is hard laying to rest is harder leaving that which contains memories - hardest of all until there are no pieces left.