Photo Albums

In photo albums of the past, The pictures stayed in place With little stick-on corners That today you can’t replace. The albums after that had pages That you had to lift; The photos rested under plastic, ‘Til they’d start to shift. I have a bunch of those, with pages Turning brown or loose. Instead of getting them in shape, I find a good excuse. When I’m no longer here, those pictures Likely will get tossed. Those moments captured by a lens Will finally be lost. So even if my albums are Intact, with full repair, I seem to be the only person Who might really care. My recent photographs are kept In books I make online. I choose the backgrounds and the fonts – Each masterpiece is mine. But someday they will, too, be gone As memories do fade. Until that time, my albums all Are front-row-seat displayed.