Expressions that are the least expected,
Are my search, when I'm not detected.
Small pups and kids, babies in cribs,
Gives me a start, to lift my head.
Sit or lay close to the floor,
Gives me the shot, that I adore.
Tho I drive everyone crazy,
Can't resist, that clicking of babies.
Young ones and Lovers,
Like to hide under cover.
Their not giving me much,
That I can discover.
But trying to hide away from me,
Helps me, in snapping their misery.
Old folks, with skin like dried up leather,
To me, will never, ever look better.
Life lines set deeply within,
Is a great place that I can begin.
Oh how I'm locked into history,
Of actions given or thrown at me.
They may not like me too much,
Black and white, gives a great touch.
Time passes, with my collection of impressions,
The aged are eager to see their reflections.
The only way to capture that glow,
Is to take my camera, wherever I go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem