Memories And Photograghs Poem by dymon sidebottom

Memories and photograghs are all we have of the past.
Photos fade, memories don't.
Memories sometimes fade when its childish, but sometimes not even childish fade.
Sometimes all we have is our memories to remind us of the past. Sometimes we don't even have that.
As we grow older our memories deterorate, and we forget some of our memories.
Good ones, bad ones, family ones, names, friends, family, deaths, and even yourself.
Sooner or later we have nothing of our past.
Its going to happen to some of us.
But which some of us?
Who knows?
It might not happen to any of us.
We don't know what the future as in store for us.
We might grow old and die peacfully, or we could get shot during target practice and die.
We all will take our photos and collect our memories.
Will they last?