Old photographs, edges frayed,
Whispers of color, memories fade.
In sepia tones and shades of gray,
Lives paused in an endless ballet.
Captured laughter, frozen tears,
Each a vessel for hopes and fears.
A bridge across time, a silent guide,
In each frame, a world inside.
In the grain, a story untold,
Of warmth, of love, of hands to hold.
Fleeting moments, forever caught,
In old photographs, time is thought.