The Old Photograph
I love searching
Looking for things
Trying to find that something
Something that makes me think
There was an old picture
Damaged beyond repair
Sitting in the bottom of an old trunk
Forgotten for years
It was so fragile when I touched it
I was a little scared
Afraid it would turn to powder
Yet, I saw you standing there
Two people in love
I wonder who you were
What kind of life did you live
What did you talk about
Did you have children you loved
Did the love you as much
You may just be an old photograph
But you were real people
With real stories
It is too bad I can’t hear
them
But I can see a lot of your life
Hidden in that old torn photograph
That no one remembers
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