Scrapbook

Scrapbook memories haphazardly strewn
A photo, a scribbled date a doodled toon
Red eyes, wide smiles and awkward pose
Squashed between pages a faded rose

The youthful beauty of a forgotten you
Joy and heartache, embarrassment too
Flash and flare the utter surprise
Blush or glare it’s all in the eyes

“Strange girl,” you think, of forgotten style
Looking into the face and the odd little smile
The scrapbook randomly scribbled with rhymes
Takes a memoir’d trip into a long gone time

How can it be that you feel so old
It was not so long since you were that bold
Archived amongst friends you once new
Now clear photo’s of a once innocent you