Snapshots 

Gathered up to form, 
A portrait in a frame
All of them together 
Tiny pictures with no name 


Through them we can see
Years and times gone by
With them we may feel
At times the urge to cry


Each one had a life then
Now they’re simply frozen
An image staring back through time 
Forgotten, once was chosen


Snapshots
Stills and hazy memories, 
Never in a frame 
Fragments of a lifetime
Tiny pictures with no name


 ~ Jim Steele