A Moment with a Yearbook

Memories in front of me,
memories in my hands.
Through the pages I turn,

looking at the past behind me.
Good times, bad times,
happy and sad,

all are just memories now.
A picture is worth a thousand words, they say,
and at times they can be worth much more.
Friends, family,

and those I would have forgotten about otherwise.
Many days I remember.
Looking at the picture, I know what was done,

what was said.
Very few I forget,
but seeing the smiling faces,

the happy memories come back again.
In time, this time will be behind me
And I will be looking at the pictures: