A Photograph.

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I sit in my small comfortable room,

I look out the window at the big full moon.

I then take out a small black box,

I try to open the several rusty locks.

What I see takes my breath away,

“My reminiscences!” is what I say.

I gingerly take out one slightly faded photograph,

And what I see, it makes me laugh.

How did my eyes get so red?

What is that on his big head?

What was she wearing back then?

I forgot the event, where and when.

This is where I grew up,

Maybe that long renovation fixed it up.

At night, my friends and I would head south,

I spent most night of my life sneaking out.

This is where I went to school,

I remember I broke every rule.

I dropped out when I was at young sixteen,

I did not know what graduating would mean.

As I sit on the cold hard floor,

Back then I didn’t know what was in store.

I wonder if it is too late,

Should I come back and graduate?

A flood of memories I have forgotten before,

Now come rushing through my open door.

Each memory vivid and very clear,

Before I know it, out of my eyes drops a big fat tear.

I remember when we moved to Maine,

I experimented with ecstasy, weed, marijuana, and cocaine.

How I drove drunk late at night, splattering people with paintballs,

It was then I started my greatest fall.

I was arrested and sentenced to three years in jail,

There I cried my heart out, knowing my parents I have failed.

Someone then told me about Jesus as I sat staring on the floor,

Then Jesus came knocking on my heart’s open door.

It was God’s splendid grace and wonderful love that saved me,

I know that this is how He planned things to be.

Now when I say, I’m a Christian, I do not announce “I am saved!”

I whisper “I was lost, that is why I chose His way.”

As I look back on those times,

I did not realize that they were all signs.

I finally lock the rusty locks,

And put under my big bed the small black box.

A photograph brought all my forgotten memories back,

A photograph brought my old and forgotten childhood back.

A photograph brought all the old fun times back,

A photograph…….brought me back.

Yes, I wrote it. I know it sounds crappy, but please tell me what you think!! =)

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 04, 2011 ⏰

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