The Photo Frame

That one memory stuck behind a frame.
Every time you look at it, you want to cry.
At that moment it was taken, it was lame,
But now u remember that last goodbye.

You never thought much of it until you get a call,
Saying they're gone, it’s all over.
You feel sick knowing you had lost it all,
As sadness takes over.

That special memory stuck behind a piece of glass,
Waiting to be looked at,
Whenever you pass.

That moment in time never fades,
As you can always see it day to day.
That cherished memory will always last,
As time goes by so ever fast.

RIP Pop