STRANGERS IN THE BOX

Come, look with me inside this drawer, In this box
I've often seen,
At the pictures, black and white, Faces proud, 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 had taken time To tell who, what,
where, when,
These faces of my heritage Would come to life again.
Could this become the fate Of the pictures we take
today?
The faces and the memories Someday to be tossed away?
Make time to save your pictures, Seize the opportunity
when it knocks,
Or someday you and yours could be The strangers in the
box.

Author Unknown