Old snapshots in broken drawers <br />Through lack of light now show their flaws <br />Wrinkled and faded, a reflection of truth <br />A testament to the pssing of youth <br /> <br />Thoughts scramble to purchase a grip <br />Were these taken local, or out on a trip? <br />So long ago forgotten faces <br />Family friends, familiar places <br /> <br />Disjointed, fragmented, slots in time <br />Resurface now, through the dust and the grime <br />Mingled emotions as they now appear <br />Linger like smoke and then disappear <br /> <br />Children grown up, now middle aged <br />Pose for photographs, clearly staged <br />A catalogue of my life, my past <br />The years have come and gone so fast <br /> <br />Husband, father, and now grandad <br />I had my day as jack the lad <br />Snapshots from another time <br />Replaced in drawers, for others to find.<br /><br />Graham Jones<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-wrinkled-and-faded/
