My Photo Frame Poem by sania harris

I am looking at my photo frame
Four naughty kids stared back with fame
The people in it, no longer the same
All that remained was their same ol’ names

Cloe and Zack has taken medicine
Business was taken by Zack’s other twin
Everyone has gone their own way
I don’t know what kept me delay

Nothing seems to go on fair
No one seems to look back again
I am left behind this old cracked house
Friends are only the alerting mouse

The photo frame had a smile in it
A dropp of agony piercing it split
The fake of smiles truly feign
No longer the same, they have been

This photo in my photo frame
Doesn’t seem to change by time
The stilled grins in reality faded
But my photo frame still remained!


(WRITTEN FOR RIDA SHOAIB, ONE AMONG MY BEST FRIENDS)