National Poetry Month: Poem 17

Poem 17

Old Photos

By Michelle Garren Flye

 

Looking through old photographs

Can take a melancholy turn.

Where did the days of your youth go?

The years fly by, sometimes so fast

They leave my edges old and worn.

I wish I could hit the brakes to slow

The speed of the days as they pass.

To grab one more minute, to earn

Another moment in that ethereal glow.

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