Coming back from holidays
I witnessed a disturbing sight
Upon entering my home today
I saw I'd been burgled bad last night
With carnage everywhere
I sunk deep into depression
As they might've got to steal
My heart's only true possession
The stereo was gone
As was my CDs by the score
But I didn't really care
Cause I played them now no more
And my twenty-six dollars fifty
That was missing from the table
Didn't upset me much
Because my employment is now stable
And the TV didn't matter
Nor the VCR
As my insurance soon would buy me
Better brands by far
Plus my video collection
Was so far out of date
That if my robbers had've watched them
I think they'd get irrate
Then from the corner of my eye
I spied my greatest treasure
The one thing in the house they missed
Which was my sweetest pleasure
It meant more to me than money
Then anything I had to spare
So I held it close and sighed relief
My photo album was still there !
Material things are hollow
And money doesn't mean a thing
But memories of my life and friends
Ahhhh..such joy it brings
For those pics they are a jigsaw
Of how I came to be
And without them I'd fall apart
And no longer I'd be me
But still there are more pieces
Of my life still yet to find
People, friends and places
And a better state of mind
So before I report this crime
I'll make my body smile
By perusing through my pictures
And remember for a while