Among My Souvenirs

Edgar Leslie, Horatio Nicholls.

There’s nothing left for me,
Of days that used to be;
I live in memory
Among my souvenirs.

Some letters tied with blue,
A photograph or two,
I see a rose from you
Among my souvenirs.

A few more tokens rest
Within my treasure chest,
And though they do their best
To give me consolation;

I count them all apart
And as the teardrops start,
I find a broken heart
Among my souvenirs.