"Days Gone By"
The special book upon the shelf,
Was made with many hands.
Our ancestors who posed back then,
All came from different lands.
Their pictures were all tucked away,
And rarely did we see,
The importance of these treasures-
The start of you and me.
The history of our families,
Now here in black and white.
Preserved with special care and time,
Each page is done just right.
When time permits, we take it down,
And think of days long past.
Our hopes, our dreams, our heritage,
All safe and made to last.
Days Gone By
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