In photo albums of the past,
The pictures stayed in place
With little stick-on corners
That today you can't replace.
The pictures stayed in place
With little stick-on corners
That today you can't replace.
The albums after that had pages
That you had to lift.
The photos rested under plastic
'Til they'd start to shift.
I have a bunch of those, with pages
Turning brown or loose.
Instead of getting them in shape,
I find a good excuse.
When I'm no longer here, those pictures
Likely will get tossed.
Those moments captured by a lens
Will finally be lost.
So even if my albums are
Intact, with full repair,
I seem to be the only person
Who might really care.
That you had to lift.
The photos rested under plastic
'Til they'd start to shift.
I have a bunch of those, with pages
Turning brown or loose.
Instead of getting them in shape,
I find a good excuse.
When I'm no longer here, those pictures
Likely will get tossed.
Those moments captured by a lens
Will finally be lost.
So even if my albums are
Intact, with full repair,
I seem to be the only person
Who might really care.
My recent photographs are kept
In books I make online.
I choose the backgrounds and the fonts -
Each masterpiece is mine.
But someday they will, too, be gone
As memories do fade.
Until that time, my albums all
Are front-row-seat-displayed.
In books I make online.
I choose the backgrounds and the fonts -
Each masterpiece is mine.
But someday they will, too, be gone
As memories do fade.
Until that time, my albums all
Are front-row-seat-displayed.
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