Luxor4u

Treasures in a Box

Come, look with me inside this drawer,
In this box I've often seen,
At the pictures, black and white,
Faces proud, yet still, serene.

I wish I knew the people;
These strangers in the box,
Their names and all their memories
Are lost among my socks.

I wonder what their lives were like.
How did they spend their days?
What about their special times?
I'll never know their ways.

If only someone took the time
To tell, who, where and when,
These faces of my heritage
Would come to life again.

Could this become the fate
Of the pictures taken today?
The faces and the memories
Someday tossed away?

Make time to save your pictures,
Seize opportunity when it knocks,
Or someday you and yours could be
The strangers in the box.

P. Harazim

Makes you think.......

Zeitgeist wrote:Makes you think.......

.....and having thought, what then...................?

It depends on WHO is in the picture I would say...

A deep philosophical disccusion could be made from that post of yours Wizard.
it could be nothing less than a romantic view on your life, or a warning of impending obsucrity, and that we are only here for a short time...

Zeitgeist wrote:A deep philosophical disccusion could be made from that post of yours Wizard. It could be nothing less than a romantic view on your life, or a warning of impending obsucrity, and that we are only here for a short time...

It could, It is, and we are.

Excellent summary Wizard.. Philosophy in a nut shell..

Who need's long drawn out debates

You is my main philosopher

- My grandparents had a leather album with very old family portraits. My father was known to be the only one who cared to remember the names, nationality, faces and history of all his relatives and ancestors, and he had expected to inherit the treasure. But like many other things, it dissappeared when my Grandmother died. Strangely, some fourty years later my cousin emails us all the pictures scanned from the album, he has spent some years trying to search our roots, but we will never know who is who. My father would have known...

BENNU wrote:- My grandparents had a leather album with very old family portraits. My father was known to be the only one who cared to remember the names, nationality, faces and history of all his relatives and ancestors, and he had expected to inherit the treasure. But like many other things, it dissappeared when my Grandmother died. Strangely, some fourty years later my cousin emails us all the pictures scanned from the album, he has spent some years trying to search our roots, but we will never know who is who. My father would have known...

Sadly these is the kind of things that happen.

I'm still trying to procure my family album from a relative who lives abroad, while I can still remember who is who.

Also it is stuffed full of pictures of my Grandad while he was based in Cairo and Giza during WW2. I recall some great shots of Egypt at the time, and he too had an interest in Ancient Egypt. He was a fantastic artist as well.
It's also full of his drawings and letters he sent back to my mum.
Another two of the good ones who was called home too soon..