Someday
by Carl Santoro
Someday I'll be
more than just
a face in a
shoebox sea
of photographs of me.
I'll be an old photograph
in somebody's photograph
album I'll be,
......remembered-
folded, molded
ripped and chipped,
......remembered-
scratched, stained
and fingerprinted
and as in real life
occasionally
sneezed on.
Your brain will be
tickled by my image
and my photo
will become
a memory
dancing in your head-
singing, laughing, talking
and alive
with you
as you move
about
your
day.
Someday I'll be
more than just
a face in a
shoebox sea
of photographs of me.
more than just
a face in a
shoebox sea
of photographs of me.
I'll be an old photograph
in somebody's photograph
album I'll be,
......remembered-
folded, molded
ripped and chipped,
......remembered-
scratched, stained
and fingerprinted
and as in real life
occasionally
sneezed on.
Your brain will be
tickled by my image
and my photo
will become
a memory
dancing in your head-
singing, laughing, talking
and alive
with you
as you move
about
your
day.
Someday I'll be
more than just
a face in a
shoebox sea
of photographs of me.
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gorgeous, provocative.
Hi Jaime! I appreciate your thoughts on "Someday". Your two words have me taking a new look at what I've done and what can be done. Your economy of words makes me yearn for a talent such as yours. Right to the point! Thank you for stopping by.