This Old Photo

This Click in time,
In this old photo,
The faces are fading,
From so long, long ago.
Names not remembered,
How long ago?
No ones seems to know.
Who were they,
That took the time for this photo?

It is proof that they were once here,
My eyes do not lie,
But it is hard to resist,
Wondering if they ever did exist.
What was behind those eyes,
What were they thinking,
At that moment in their lives?
 
Is there anyone left,
Who can make them real,
And tell us what they thought,
What they did and how they feel?

I may not know them,
And no one remembers,
But God knew them before they were born,
And remembers them now that they are gone.
Just a click in time,
So long, long ago,
In this old photo.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Gauthier Avatar
July 13, 2020 at 8:52 PM
Thanks, Timothy ~ so glad to reread this and add to my FAVEs.
Mcguire Avatar
July 13, 2020 at 11:20 PM
Thank you friend1 <3
Pigeon Tart Avatar
February 16, 2019 at 3:34 PM
Oh I see why you thought of this one! A wonderful write, reminds me of a poem of my grandmother's :) Thank you for sharing it, xomo
Mcguire Avatar
July 13, 2020 at 11:20 PM
thank you PT! :)
Gauthier Avatar
July 7, 2018 at 12:41 PM
Lovely, Timothy. It is surreal to find a photo and realize nobody is alive to recognize them.
Mcguire Avatar
July 13, 2020 at 11:22 PM
Yes, it make me sad somehow. I think when we look at the picture and think about them it once again makes them real.
Scythe Avatar
June 12, 2018 at 8:03 PM
The past truly is a mysterious thing. This is a very nice poem! Nice work, VS!
Mcguire Avatar
June 12, 2018 at 9:23 PM
Thank you very much!
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