Yesteryear
I look at the photos of yesteryear,
Gazing at the faces of people,
I once knew.
With our rifles and our gear,
Crowded together were we,
Under the winter sky.
Those haggard faces all so drear,
Still stare out at me in voices I once knew,
Calling my name.
I look still at the photos of yesteryear,
Time has passed, the voices are gone,
And the photo will one day fade.
Copyright © Evan Griffin | Year Posted 2015
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