The Collector
Monet - The River
Is it time to move on yet?
And does one do it easy,
Do I throw the old flowers out,
or let the new ones in?
For a handicapped nostalgic,
I think it should be pretty simple,
Gently take out last year's photos,
Think twice before filling up the album,
But then look, we were smiling near the sea,
and I would rather hide it somewhere
than tear or burn it.
What if tomorrow, the future tumbles,
and the album remains empty?
At least the tattered remains
of yesteryear
will help provide
cold, harsh metal crutches
for the handicap
and warm, alive tears
for the nostalgia
of the photo collector,
who loves to take stock
year after year.
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someone i know once said, there are two kinds of writings that are read-worthy. one that makes you think, "gosh i just thought of this, but couldn't imagine it spelt out like that!"
and the other that makes you gasp and say why didn't i think of this?
that's exactly what I'm saying right now. :)
thanks for ur views isha... half of the times, i don't even know what i'm writing. it's like being in a fever really, n when u come out, u realise u've got dark circles. bad analogy, but something like that...