Tamara Gabriel Poet Blank verse

Photo Album

I leaf through the photo album with sadness,
Where does the past childhood hide,
Here I am riding my father,
Here I am laughing, falling right into the dough.

Here is a photo of my friends,
Where we look for secrets in a wreck,
We were a storehouse of ideas back then,
And they were deaf to the call of reason.

I look at the footage of the great days,
Which I will not return to,
There childhood and youth drive horses
And I will turn away with a sense of pain.

Friends all grew up long ago,
They have a family, a career, and children…
They're all doing well
And they keep the past a secret.

And there are photos of friends,
Which have already gone for eternity,
Getting into a row of forgotten people,
Which quietly go to infinity.

I look at these photos,
And longing squeezes my heart.
Time takes away all privileges
We are all equally consumed in its fire

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