Old Photographs

I have a treasure I carry with me.

Their old and faded photographs,

Worn and wrinkled from use

As each day I gaze upon them.

Memories, as photographs, fade with time.

I never want to forget the faces

Of friends and loved ones I have known

Who I no longer can embrace.

So in my pocket my treasures stay

Ready for me whenever I need

To remember those whom I have known

And their warm and loving ways.

Randall J, Beers
© May 16th 2000