Old Photographs
I have a treasure I carry with me.
Their old and faded photographs,
Worn and wrinkled from use
As each day I gaze upon them.
Memories, as photographs, fade with time.
I never want to forget the faces
Of friends and loved ones I have known
Who I no longer can embrace.
So in my pocket my treasures stay
Ready for me whenever I need
To remember those whom I have known
And their warm and loving ways.
Randall J, Beers
© May 16th 2000