It’s so fun to look through albums
Of family, friends and such
Most are not around now
But some still keep in touch
It’s all a part of history
As life keeps marching on
Nothing stands still forever
Like an old and favorite song
Oh look, they’re pickin’ cotton
So very long ago
It’s like a peek into the past
A place that we’d like to go
You might come across a clipping
Of a political dispute
Turning back the clocks in time
It’s really quite a hoot
Aw look, there’s a picture of Grandpa
With a herd of his beloved cows
And I’ll bet around the corner
We’d find his horse and plow
Yes, there’s nothing like those photos
For all of us to see
And someday our pictures too
Will be just a memory!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem