Our mind is a camera
With images from the past
We take in the pictures
As time goes so fast
From all childhood joys
And adolescent fears
The excitement of family
To sorrows and tears
Each picture perceives
An outward impression
But quite often it leaves
Many unanswered questions
From these pictures we write
Out of the depths of our heart
Details of emotions
From our soul doth part
The poet's mind is special
Unique in every way
With a lifetime of pictures
And the stories they portray