Old snapshots in broken drawers
Through lack of light now show their flaws
Wrinkled and faded, a reflection of truth
A testament to the pssing of youth
Thoughts scramble to purchase a grip
Were these taken local, or out on a trip?
So long ago forgotten faces
Family friends, familiar places
Disjointed, fragmented, slots in time
Resurface now, through the dust and the grime
Mingled emotions as they now appear
Linger like smoke and then disappear
Children grown up, now middle aged
Pose for photographs, clearly staged
A catalogue of my life, my past
The years have come and gone so fast
Husband, father, and now grandad
I had my day as jack the lad
Snapshots from another time
Replaced in drawers, for others to find.
Graham Jones
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-wrinkled-and-faded/
