Whether celluloid or pixelated screen,
it takes me to memories of the scene,
oh my god, what was I wearing,
do not remember what drink we're sharing.

Goofy grins or vogueing poses,
weddings or proms and lapel roses,
candid shots not meant for all,
or family portraits for the wall.

Moments trapped with bits of time,
to look now is quite sublime,
some of the people that were dear,
bring some tears, they're no longer here.

Laughter bursts out of my lungs,
silly children on ladder rungs,
upside down on monkey bars,
oh the youth, eyes filled with stars.

Look at this one, I had hair,
I'm bald now, so don't stare,
Tears and laughter as we look,
thumbing through old photo books.