The past now locked in picture frames
To be wondered at and guessed
By future eyes who might apprise
On reminiscing days when pressed
Strange it is how once they sat
Their faded faces strain to speak
A look that says I passed this way
Now just a portrait posed antique
Snapshots more than twists of fate
Abundant treasures proving worth
They let you share a wistful while
In storylines a past rebirth
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