The Photo

A captured moment

A reflection of a time or place

And item in our life

A marriage, a birth, a happy memory

We store them away to cherish

Safely tucked away in a box in some corner

Waiting to be removed and remembered

To save a brief part of our lives

But like the signs on the roadside

Time quickly moves on

Not concerned with that moment frozen in time

Not worried about the people frozen in that moment

Relentless in its pursuit of the future

Stopping for no man

And as we all move forward to the point

When time no longer has a meaning

Those left behind will always have

That frozen essence of the place we once were

Captured to reflect upon

In The Photo