Of black and white

Packed away in some shoe box
of the letters, photos and dreams
treasured for their existence
the faces,the eyes, the names

Of the sepia covered images,
Lined with layers of dust
The tears that dried up years ago
and the smiles that turned to rust

The colours but fade away
And the songs are forever lost
But that slight tinge of memory
is the warmth in this night of frost.

They build up and they perish
On every walk of life
Tucked away in one corner
trying so hard to survive

Of every anecdote told
of every memoir relived
the heart travels to the land
where you get more than you give