Photos
Every time I see a photo
Memories flow into my mind
Some good, some sad
Some funny, some bad
I always try to find...
Find and remember
All my memories
So old, so new
So many stories
To be told
Yet there are so many
Over the years
All it has been doing
Is collect dust
And being forgotten
But I will never forget
All those memories
Even though the photos
Are being forgotten
As you can see
Photos wither, day by day
Like petals of wilted flowers
But memories...
Never fade away...
Copyright © Kris Basuel | Year Posted 2006
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