Faded Pictures

Faded Pictures

Faded pictures in books and behind glass
There to remind us of memories past
With each turn of the page  or glance
It reminds us of how time never last

Faded pictures behind the glass
Tears form as we try to recapture the past
Memories we yearn to keep
Recapturing those lost we seek

When time passes by our minds wander afraid to cry
Why do we keep the books of time
We never look until we are out of time

Faded pictures in books we no longer seek
Glimpses of the past we no longer peek
Until on day we at long last
Open those treasured books of the past

Guilt sadness all come in flows
But so does happiness and that warm glow
So we again put away the things of the past
In hopes one day we well be with those people at last