The Strangers In The Box

The Strangers In The Box

Postby Daff » Fri Mar 06, 2009 12:57 pm

The Strangers In The Box by Pam Harazim

Come look with me inside this drawer,
in this box I've often seen,
at the pictures, black and white,
faces proud, still serene.
I wish I knew the 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 or 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 to be passed away?
Make time to save your stories,
seize the opportunity when it knocks,
or someday you and yours could be
the strangers in the box.
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"In the depths of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer."
Albert Camus
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Postby dejavou » Fri Mar 06, 2009 3:46 pm

Hiya Daff, I think Clevewyn can relate to this poem :banana:
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Postby Daff » Fri Mar 06, 2009 3:48 pm

It was he that reminded me of it Deja
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