Old Photographs.

I look back at rusting photographs
dusty smiles of happy days
on glossy paper,
where youth is eternal,
and there are no worries beyond
who can do the longest handstand.
Now I'm standing years ahead in time,
laughing at the girl who I used to be
yet missing it all at once
because things could have been done differently.
But, I guess if that were so
the Me now, would never know
how far it was, that I had come.
The circles my thoughts ran in my head
have shaped me into who I am,
for better or worse
every hardship, a curse
in my eyes
but a blessing in disguise
the skies were always blue
behind the clouds.
These pictures of friends,
Those I loved and lost
those I found again,
to me they've showed
that along lifes road
we change, and become old
but even the memories we don't remember
allowed us to grow.
Old photographs
keep us humble
for no matter how far we have come
or how far we have yet to go,
they remind us of where we began
and how we couldn't have made it alone



Image: Copyright Terry Smith, 2011.
amina bhatti

4 comments:

  1. Beautiful poetry. This one about old pictures and memories really resonates with me. I have a lot of similar thoughts.

    You do lovely things with words.

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    1. thank you very much, I'm glad you liked it! :D

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  2. Anonymous23.5.13

    this is a beautiful piece. it inspired me to go through my old album and reminisce. love it!

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    1. thanks! haha that's good! we all need to get nostalgic once in a while :)

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