Old Photographs

A ghost of a smile
Graced my lips,
Gazing at old faded photos of us I missed,
Younger days have gone so fast.
Truly good times never last.

Old happy times
Memories are forever stored in my mind.
Is this how getting old goes,
Always going back to times, we lost,
Favorite pastime now, I boast.

Old photographs lovingly stored,
Like treasures I dearly behold,
Bringing me back in time,
Like the sound of a sweet chime.

Under the same sky, we reminisce,
Good old times are the best,
Under the same sky, we cry,
Of people and things we lost,
Under the same sky, we gaze,
Never mind if this is a phase.

Every day is a new day to start anew,
Let the blue sky guide us through,
In God’s perfect time
We shall meet again, my friend,
Hoping that we can be the best again.