Good times that are frozen in time,
Never will they fade,
Memories can be erased but
these are forever.
To remind you of the Good Ol' days,
Strands of hair immaculate,
Colourful, new and fresh,
Creases have not yet appeared on
the skin, eyes still young and naive,
Those teenage spots that are soon
the most important thing to you,
Yet as age begins to grow on you,
they become another small detail
One of those things put to the back
of your mind,
Old age brings stress, pressure and
hard work,
Youngsters biggest worry is what to wear,
red goes with black, but blue matches
white, heels or boots? Hair up or down?
Nightmare.
Dust collects and time passes,
black and white or even sepia,
disorting the image like it's a hundred
years old, the most precious thing in the
world, But to you
it is.