Portrait
Every photo ever taken,
is a moment stood still,
it may prove more than just a memory,
for every time I press down the shutter,
I know I saved a moment in time,
my great grandchildren may look upon that print,
in a hundred years,
when I be mere dust in a wooden box,
that memory may never fade away,
they shall look upon that print,
and ask just who was that man,
For every photo ever taken,
is a moment stood still,
a moment that may never fade,
for in a hundred years,
people may look back,
and ask just who was that man,
though he may be six feet below the ground,
this portrait of me,
will show just who I was,
for though it was taken as a snap,
it could prove to be far more than a memory,
Though I may hate the sight of this photo,
there is a history behind it,
and one day,
when I be mere dust in a wooden box,
someone will look back,
and ask just who was that man,
it could prove to be far more than just a memory,
Though I may hate the sight of this photo,
there is a history behind it,
and one day,
when I be mere dust in a wooden box,
someone will look back,
and ask just who was that man,
it could prove to be far more than just a memory,
Every photo ever taken,
is a moment stood still,
it may prove more than just a memory,
for every time I press down the shutter,
I know I saved a moment in time,
my great grandchildren may look upon that print,
in a hundred years,
when I be mere dust in a wooden box,
that memory may never fade away,
they shall look upon that print,
and ask just who was that man.
Every photo ever taken,
is a moment stood still,
it may prove more than just a memory,
for every time I press down the shutter,
I know I saved a moment in time,
my great grandchildren may look upon that print,
in a hundred years,
when I be mere dust in a wooden box,
that memory may never fade away,
they shall look upon that print,
and ask just who was that man,
For every photo ever taken,
is a moment stood still,
a moment that may never fade,
for in a hundred years,
people may look back,
and ask just who was that man,
though he may be six feet below the ground,
this portrait of me,
will show just who I was,
for though it was taken as a snap,
it could prove to be far more than a memory,
Though I may hate the sight of this photo,
there is a history behind it,
and one day,
when I be mere dust in a wooden box,
someone will look back,
and ask just who was that man,
it could prove to be far more than just a memory,
Though I may hate the sight of this photo,
there is a history behind it,
and one day,
when I be mere dust in a wooden box,
someone will look back,
and ask just who was that man,
it could prove to be far more than just a memory,
Every photo ever taken,
is a moment stood still,
it may prove more than just a memory,
for every time I press down the shutter,
I know I saved a moment in time,
my great grandchildren may look upon that print,
in a hundred years,
when I be mere dust in a wooden box,
that memory may never fade away,
they shall look upon that print,
and ask just who was that man.
!CLICK FAVORITES MENU AND SELECT ADD TO FAVOURITES NOW!
