Another associative, reflective poem.
They say a photograph lasts long
Far longer than your memories
It’s a moment of your life conserved
An instant frozen in time
Our imperfect human memories
As time it marches on
The years they ravage through your mind
It tears through those memories.
Is it not a comfort then,
Even a kind of bliss
To have those frozen memories
To bring back the good old times.
And then when you have left this earth
Those photos will remain
When years later they are found
They will see that you have lived.