Old pictures by Keith D Allison Outline upon the wall Drippings of history In shadows spread Tin types in worn wood Concave glass surrounded in oval walnut Mahogany, walnut, oak and cask copper tiered To the most modern frame Where the grandchildren hang Sad to think When I’m gone They’ll fall into a box Being stuffed in a shed Hundred and half years of family Perishing in decay 02/26/2006 Posted on 02/26/2006 Copyright © 2024 Keith D Allison Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 02/26/06 at 09:33 PM Everything, everyone, ends up in a box...one way or another. Excellent writing, Keith. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)