FADES, DOES THE PICTURE

                                            A reel to reel movie, A painting so old,

                                            An old photo album covered in dust.

                                            Growing up in a town long since gone,

                                             Relics, skeletons from our yesterday.

                                             Memories are not so clear, gone with the years,

                                             Sometimes forgotten, at times not remembered.

                                             Blocking out things we wish no longer to see,

                                             The mind is a special place of reality and fantasy.

                                             Sometimes we try to go back from within, inside,

                                             Finding that we are lost, our way is like a fog.

                                             Fades, does the picture, scenes of our time,

                                             A little taken away as we age from day, to day.

                    Keith Garrett

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