Narrow street of ancient age your memories are shining your beauty still as new though your stones were worn well before she was ever born.
Your grace is of a young girl twirling; pulling her hair in endless motion; you do not repose ’till suddenly you grow still, quiet as night envelopes stone.
Birds lower their voices in their silent balconies while you breathe and dream new golden dreams of those who have left you and those who still may go.
I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004.
We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world.
I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday.
I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics.
:-)
toritto 
Nice memories of your ancestral home, Frank.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Great post.
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