The Picture

The Picture Where should I put the picture It’s the last one that we took Like a flower that I long to cherish Should I place it in a book Then one day when it’s raining I’ll take out that book to read The last picture that we took together Will be the first thing that I see. Should I put it in a frame that’s golden On a mantle by itself Watch as memories from days of olden Transform an old and empty shelf Each time that I pass the picture I’ll give your smile a second look And be reminded of our times together And the last picture that we took. I could put it in a silver locket On a chain that I could wear I would store it in a velvet pocket Protect and handle it with care When someone wants to see what’s inside I’ll just unclasp the silver hook They’d see two best friend’s side by side together In the last picture that they took. It doesn’t matter where I put the picture It’s always here for me to see Like seasons passing in an order never changing Somethings I know will always be Great works of art painted by the Masters The pen of authors that have written classic books Within my heart is my own painting and great novel Of the last picture that we took.