The Album
- gwatt70
- Apr 28
- 1 min read
He sits flicking through an album of memories
wondering where his life has gone.
How he let it ebb away,
slip from his grasp;
and be left with nothing
but glossy images of his past.
A strained smile and, just perhaps,
a welling of a tear,
of those long gone and those still near,
of tarnished hopes and brand new fears.
Of the dreams that came true
and the many more that didn't
of the loves he outgrew
and the one's he couldn't.
Comforted by the knowledge
these memories will never fade;
edited highlights of a life
bound in a transparent page.

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