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May 16, 2008 04:07:19
Posted By Connie
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Come, look with me inside this drawer, Faces proud, still, serene; I wish I knew these people These strangers in the box. Their names and all their memories Are lost among my socks; I wonder what their lives were like, How did they spend their days? What about their special times? I’ll never know their ways. If only someone had taken time To tell who, what, where and when, These faces of my heritage Would come to life again. Could this become the fate Of the pictures we take today? The faces and the memories Someday will pass away. Make time to save your stories; Seize opportunity when it knocks, Or someday you and yours could be the strangers in this box! --Author Unknown |