Yet the only things that are bad are usually brought upon by myself.
Life, you never cry or weep or complain to me
So I should say that you are the greatest thing I have.
Every morning you allow the sun to rise so I can take a picture.
Every evening you make the sun sink
so the sunrise will arrive, and I can take another picture.
Pictures are what last longest.
When our memories turn from black and white to gray and all
sorts of uncolored matter,
like the fuzz of a non existent channel on a television,
pictures remain in the boxes
hidden up in corners of the aged, green carpeted room.
Most Sincerely,
The Camera
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