Every night I sit
All by myself
Staring at the pictures
Upon an empty shelf
Wondering where
The years have gone
How quickly it seems
They have passed on
Remembering the years
Of my youth
When life was fun
That was our truth
Sometimes pictures and memories
Are all that we have left
To help us to remember
The times when life was best
4-15-19/RjH
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