Future Memories of Days Past
Poem for Day 100 – 20150410
I am your humble photographer,
here to record a single moment
in a long train of minutes marching
into a time we've yet to see.
I bear witness to these echoes,
not yet resounding through time,
as one who will sent away
when you have reached my age.
The eyes captures a reality set,
my hands edit the factual content.
The outcome is the very best
of who you are in this time focused.
You are so sexy, so handsome too,
a slice of time beholden to beauty.
The clock progresses, moves ever onward,
leaving behind the ones come before.
The moment has passed, gone forever,
this photo a revenant in our futurity.
Then not be haunted by the now,
life is too short for such concerns.
With a button's push I've captured
future memories of days past.
Glimpses of who you are now
to be seen by the one you're yet to be.
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