Like an old photo
The edges start to fade
What once was vivid
In my mind
Begins to lose its shape
I tighten my hold
On the memories
But the edges wrinkle and rip
I must lighten my grip
Allow time to go on
Or the image
Will be lost forever
More treasured
Are yesterday’s fading photos
Brought out to view
From time to time
Than those
Crumpled and ruined
In our hands
When we refuse
To set them down
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