I saw my reflection

In the window pane

With one of the

Great storytellers of old

Words

Still echoing

Through the smoke

Of how

It

Used to be

Way back in

Yesteryear

We must all

Tell our

Reminiscences

Before we die

So someone else

Can see their own

Reflection

In the window pane

With one of the

Great storytellers of old

Words

Still echoing

Through the smoke

Of how

It

Used to be

Way back in

Yesteryear