Once So Small and Precious

I once was important, folks cared about me, Keeping me safe in a special bound book. And in this book I had perfect stylized sheets, Folks would gaze, remember and look At every small detail that they could see, Treasuring the moment in time that I was, Treasuring the true honest faces all over my skin, Treasuring me simply because Their films only held maybe twenty small moments, And folks waited for the shop to call, There was no other way to capture that time, Every time I was hung from the wall. But now I’m replaced with a million small selfies, The same silly person with the same silly face, Now I’m so unimportant, forgotten in seconds, I’m your small, precious photo remembering a place.