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The pictures on the wall
When I was but a child,
We'd visit family,
And in all the houses, pictures,
Pictures all to see.
Some were groups of many,
Sitting beneath the trees. ..
Some were just lonely, standing in the street.
The pictures showed them in their youth,
Some were in their prime. ..
And others in their golden years,
Time had past them by.
The young all seemed so happy. .
So very long ago....
BUT it was in the face of ages,
A different kind of glow.
The look of wisdom of them selves. ..
Nothing more to prove.
The names are but forgotten. ...
JUST pictures on the wall.
I stop, I look, and sometimes see,
My reflection in the glass.
My face and theirs, blending into one.
It's in these faded pictures,
My face and theirs together. ....
I am their legacy.
We'd visit family,
And in all the houses, pictures,
Pictures all to see.
Some were groups of many,
Sitting beneath the trees. ..
Some were just lonely, standing in the street.
The pictures showed them in their youth,
Some were in their prime. ..
And others in their golden years,
Time had past them by.
The young all seemed so happy. .
So very long ago....
BUT it was in the face of ages,
A different kind of glow.
The look of wisdom of them selves. ..
Nothing more to prove.
The names are but forgotten. ...
JUST pictures on the wall.
I stop, I look, and sometimes see,
My reflection in the glass.
My face and theirs, blending into one.
It's in these faded pictures,
My face and theirs together. ....
I am their legacy.
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The pictures on the wall
The pictures on the wall
