young faces of relatives
hang on our walls
and black iron shelves
as reminders
that if we are lucky,
or unlucky enough,
we will lose our youth
and have
the photos of our fancy to relive
the days when our organs liked each other.
all of the dashing glances,
vigorous smiles,
new hair,
non-sagging parts,
clean skin,
crisp clothes,
dapper smiles
have all given way to the future
and the
fact that our bodies
don't like
what happens
next and the past doesn't like us
in the present.
i believe
in
the might of the picture
to immortalize
us in ways that will help
our eroding brain remember
that the only thing mightier that the past,
present
or future
is the love we create
and cultvate on this
ever advancing existence
that blares forward
with all the voracity of time
as we once
used to remember.
