Fading Photographs

In a dusty bin, albums lie stacked, old and worn, Yellowed with age, a few tattered pages hold pictures of a newborn. Another bears autographs, a favourite band’s ink now faded, With a young girl’s crush and tears, memories created. Years of life captured through childhood and beyond, Each image, a fragment echo of lives once vibrant, creating a bond. Stories of laughter and love now unfold, In fading photographs, only shadows remain untold. Reminders of yesteryear we hold tight before they disappear, A collection of memories, faces fading, but to the heart the feeling is still dear and near.