Scrapped Book
Scrapped Book
The other side of the picture
a white out “got your back”
slings and arrows of passing fate
but “no one’s keeping track”
pursed lips of “ mirror practiced smiles”
just one more pose before we go
pinched eyes of “hurry up and click”
taken by someone we don’t know.
The crowds have thinned as mem’rys fade
it seems that family’s been undone
by people with 500 friends
“taking selfies” – “table for one”.
John G. Lawless
©6/13/2018
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