A boy and girl in a photo, half a century old

Long hair on their heads, truly a sight to behold

Laughing and having fun, from a time now long past

Do they still remember, did their memories last?

Pondering on that photograph, other memories returned

Of other ancient photos, and of which I am concerned

Who were all these people, kin not known to me.

Their memories now all gone, though captured for all to see

I too have my memories, that I recorded with such glee

And I know my precious memories, will die along with me

But while I’m here those memories, continue to be mine

And when I think and cherish them, my heart becomes sublime

I do so love my old memories of times now long past

Some are good, but as to others, I simply am aghast

Good or bad they still all say, exactly who I am

You may not like them, but then again, I don’t give a damn

New and old memories, that we once held so dear

Can easily be forgotten, and it is my greatest fear

That as I grow old my memories, will all slowly fade

And I won’t have a clue who I am, sitting in the shade

So for now I’ll just smile, and remember those two kids

I can see them both so clearly, with my closed eyelids

Two young friends with lives ahead, seeking to discover

I wonder if they do recall, their memories of each other?