Making All the Excuses
So I keep making all the excuses
as I point to the mildew and the mold
corroded picture of a story told
these memories and their lasting uses.
A reflection of a happy couple
on the water causing slow erosion,
to peel the frame back, this situation,
to slowly back away from this trouble
with a moistened, tattered, floral towel
I try to wipe away and prevent this waste
and though I tried the damage was too deep
fingers fell through this wood with a scowl
and nothing could remove this bitter taste
we could not stop dirty water to seep.