| Strangers in the Box
Come look with me inside this drawer In this box I've often seen At the pictures black and white Faces proud still, serene.
I wish I knew the people These strangers in the box Their names and all their memories Are lost among the socks.
I wonder what their lives are like? How did they spend their days? What about their special times? I'll never know their ways.
If only someone had taken the time To tell who, what or when These faces of my heritage Would come to life again.
Could this become the fate Of the pictures we take today The faces and the memories Someday to be passed away?
Make time to save your pictures Seize the opportunity when it knocks Or someday you and yours could be The strangers in the box.
- Wendy Roberts
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