Strangers in the Box
 
 Come, look with me inside the drawer
 in this box I've often seen,
 at the pictures black and white
 faces proud, still, serene.
 
 I wish I knew the 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 or when,
 these faces of my heritage
 would come to life again.
 
 Could this become the fate
 of pictures we take today?
 The faces and memories
 someday to be passed away?
 
 Make time to tell your stories.
 seize the opportunity when it knocks.
 Or someday you and yours could be
 The strangers in the box.
 
 Author Unknown