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REFLECTIONS
REFLECTIONS
(T. Beechey)
"Whatever happened to family?" the old man wearily sighed
As he turned pages in a photo album,regarding each with long-lost pride
As each was turned,a tear would form within his mournful eye
And he'd shake his head and,to himself,softly mutter "Why?"
Why did things have to change instead of staying the same?
Why were all of these blessings now looked upon as blame?
He heard the laughs in each photograph and he longed to return again
To those blissful times of nursery rhymes,oh so way back when
Relay races,smiling faces,campfire tales of ghosts
The gathered masses clinking glasses in celebratory toasts
Picnics,parades,games of charades played upon many an eve
Moonlight strolls by swimming holes --- it was so hard to believe
Or maybe just hard to accept even as time had passed
That all those pleasures,all those memories,just simply couldn't last
All was gone and would only live on in pictures yellowed with age
The old man reflected upon all of this as he went from page to page
As he reached the end,he closed the book and removed the glasses he wore
And stepped gingerly over the bodies which were strewn about the floor
Then he carefully set his shotgun in its place upon the shelf
"It could have been so different," the old man whispered to himself
