A Kodak Moment
In the mortal world of stories left untold,
we search, like fools, for the wealth we sold
in memories once known
but now out with the garbage thrown,
for we forget the legacy
of making magic in simplicity,
and that times of change are parts of life too,
even if they are rushed and quickly gone through.
So forward we progress and beat on,
boats against the current long gone,
but when the present consumes me and the future looks grim,
I pick up my album of photos--and skim.
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