Photographs of yesterday
Yellowed, worn out and dying
Dumped away
In the dark corners of your mind
Memories pull at your heart
Whenever retrieved.
Coloured or black and white
They are your footprints
On the sand of time;
Moist imprints
Of the kiss of life itself.
Some fade away
Before you want them to
Others cling to you
Like leeches make you bleed
Till the very end.
Of whatever shade they may be
Like the background music
They are always present in the song
Of your life.