Back in the day,
memories made,
stored on film rolls
in their canisters shade.

Stamped dated and timed,
gps location stored,
we go back and look,
and quickly ignore.

No more waiting
for the pics that we took,
now simply post them,
straight to Facebook.

The nostalgia of old times,
rarely looked back,
nothing like those old photos
at moms, in books in a stack.

The memories remain,
yet little they mean,
stored in the cloud,
it's almost obscene.