I search through attics
& dusty old shelves,
At the bottom of deep
drawers I dig & I delve,
I´m seeking old memories
& long gone faces,
Where in everyday life,
I can now find no traces.
In old found albums,
I find grey history now past,
And ask myself, “where
has time gone by so fast?”
And as I turn yellowing
pages of old sepia whispers,
Eyes looking back at
me, through plastic that blisters.
Babies once glowing
& rosy, now grown up & gone,
Shadowy images, where
happy suns long ago shone,
Young people laughing
& those elder´s soft smiles,
Have they really moved
on & walked all those miles?
Fresh childhood faces
& those of friends & old loves,
Family members no more,
all gone to heaven above,
The bootees, wedding
dress & black widow´s weeds,
Life´s journey, to
grave from the scattering of seeds.
In closing album pages,
with the final puff of lost dust,
Padlocking the past,
behind old memories of cruel rust,
A lifetime of lost
loved ones, in fading black & lost white,
Those days disappeared
now, as we march into life´s night.
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