Those photographs and memories
Lying on a shelf.
Those pieces of the past
Cling to my very self.
I try to fight the tears,
Yet the truth I cannot stand:
'We are all growing old
Fading in the sand.'1
I sit on that old chair
And cry inside my head.
I never thought that day would come,
That we would be forgotten.2
My sorrow though
Is not for me,
But for helpless humanity.
Today we live,
We share and give,
Believing somehow we will stay.
We hope and pray
As time snatches us away.3
However, there is hope.
It offers light,
It grants us faith.
So we believe that someday
Our lives won't ever fade.4
Such wonderful dreams,
Such a happy tale.
We close our eyes...
And see once more those photographs
Of the younger you and me.
Author notes
Re-posted for a contest; this is based on a realization.
In a list
A contest entry
- Deep Waters by InksterMoxy.
475 points, ended January 19, 37 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next story in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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oh that makes me sad. It was good though. Kinda makes me remember those faces from school that i had long forgotten. also i think of phtograph by nickleback. That's a really good song. thnx for entering. peace
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the last line doesnt rhyme kidding, great poem, nice flow to it
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thats really good
its excellent
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