Photographs
PHOTOGRAPHS
Our old photographs –
Hundreds are sitting around
In dust-free drawers
Unlike poor Dorian Gray
The faces places don’t change
The photographers –
Wife and I are old and gray
Waiting for the day
When relatives take over
We reborn stir in our graves
Let’s hope there are smiles
When those envelopes open
Wrinkled faces gone
Memories of youthful days
Our ghostly presence new dawn
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2011
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