Black and White

My job takes me from place to place,

I leave behind all  the friends and place.

No place is mine for long,

As destinations changes like time with phase.

Of things packed, an album catch my eye.

I turn to each page of the past,

Enter the black and white days of the golden time.

You are crying for me,

At a distance, too far...

I wipe my tears here....

Reviews

[futurepast.]

Life is all about changes and all we have to do is adapt and change along. Memories are the only to make us live the moments of the past again. Well pictured.