Black and White memories

My job takes me from place to place
I leave behind all the friends and place.
No place is mine for long,
as destinations keeps-up with change.
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

[Priyankaabhilaashi]

Nicely written..!!!

[Lively]

Very beautiful and heart touching. Each sentence is full of meanings and feelings.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A good read, written perfectly, well done

[Ruth]

And life rolls on doesn't it? Potent poem love xx