Turn the pages in my book, lets take a look and see
The many photos held within - passed - which defines me
Turn the yellow pages, the photos discolored and worn
The photos of a time long passed - unable to discern
It’s blurred, the colors odd - impossible to find
The answer to the question of the child’s mind
It’s gone and passed, never to return.
Turn the pages in my book, to a more recent time
The many photos held within -passed - which defines we
Turn the whitened pages, the photos fresh and new
The photos of a time just passed - able to learn
It’s clear, the colors vibrant - to find the question of...
The answer to the question of hearts - the love.
It’s gone and passed, never to return.
Never to return. Turn the page - |
Submission Name: Photobook
