Old Photo Albums
Old photo albums give a glimpse
Of how we used to look.
We try to gauge our happiness
From pictures that we took.
Some snapshots catch us laughing,
Maybe in a silly pose,
Or with clothes and hair so retro
We’re surprised that’s what we chose.
There’s a sadness, too, in pages
Where the posers, filled with mirth,
Are a stark reminder life is short
Since they’ve now left the earth.
Still, I love to scan the faces
And remember each event
When we couldn’t ever picture
All the people we’d lament.
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