I don't remember yesterday, I can't redo it today. I don't see any big change, I can't even recall my original age.
I kept thinking of the past And I realized time moves fast. All memories trapped in a glass, A reflection of that past.
I have captured many moments. People placed it in portraits. I'll forever be your mini time machine, Along with my partners, the films and the batteries.
Yours truly, Camera
This poem was a project for our philosophy subject and i just knew about this on the d-day(submission day). We were task to make a poem about an object and i had to do this in only 3 minutes. I hope i did good.