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STRANGERS IN A BOX

Come look with me inside this drawer
In this box I've often seen
At the pictures, black and white,
Faces proud, still and serene.

I wish I knew these people,
These strangers in the box.
Their names and all their memories
Are lost among my socks.

I wonder what their lives were like.
How did they spend their days?
What about their special times?
I'll never know their ways.

If only someone had taken time
To tell who, what, where and when!
These faces of my heritage
Would come to life again.

Could this become the fate
Of the pictures we take today?
The faces and the memories
Someday to be passed away?

Take time to save your stories!
Seize the opportunity when it knocks!
Or someday you and yours
Will be Strangers in the Box

- Author Unknown