So, I guess I should have waited until I had fully edited the poems before I posted them. The second one has been slightly revised since yesterday :p

"An Ancient Library"

Dusty, unread, and deserted                          
Life and laughs and tales of sorrow.             
On the bookshelf volumes linger,                  
Waiting, watching, for the morrow.             

Grey from years of dust and sunlight           
Notes in margins closed in cages.               
Ink has faded from the chapters,                
Years have yellowed precious pages.         

Honor, glory, love, betrayal                        
Caught in tombs of words forsaken.            
Fables, legends, tales of valor,                     
Tales of cities lost and taken.                       

Caged in words which lay abandoned          
Morals hide beneath the binding.                   
Wipe the dust from off the covers,                
Gems of virtue therefore finding.



"Our Memories"

How thorny are the recollections brought  
To us by Life. When we remember days
That years have long disowned and threads of thought
Have left behind, the joys each time we praise.

We look in longing at the past and pine;
Why have the olden days of bliss passed by?
The years which we endure today are fine,
But why must we forsake good days and die?

In life we recollect those days of fun,
Of love, of joy.  The frosty evenings cold,
The iridescent flames of furnace sun,
The hugs of friends which feel to us like gold.