Submitted by Ivor Steven
Placing yesteryear’s photos,
In that bygone album.
Cutting window holes,
In today’s front door.
Pasting forgotten memories,
In the Bible, so forlorn.
Packing tomorrow’s cases,
Full of dusty dreams.
Clutching torn curtains,
Darkened to the outside worlds.
Passing a crumbling brick wall,
Weakened by the original fall.
Photo credit: Broken Walls from Fine Arts America
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