Time is the villain
An unwelcome notion
Yet each day a tribute
That affords us devotion
Impressions once strong
Now fleetingly flee
A kiss outright hopes
To spark memory
Our goodness steadfast
Never undoubted
Draws out from me
Whispered not shouted
When taking the time
To loosen and laugh
Sifting through box
Of endeared photographs
One day they are faded
Dull sepia-toned
The image is lost
Turned gray as a stone
Then all that is left
Is dim and threadbare
Remembrance that lingers
Like a sigh in the air
You must never let go
At your watch never sleep
For the memoirs of mind
Are the gifts that we keep