So many snap shots
How am I to know who these people are?
I am left with boxes
So many boxes
Sepia strangers one after another
Mysterious relatives or friends long forgotten
Who is that holding me over the seal exhibit?
So I can feed a slimy fish
And who is that I sell framed for a dollar ninety nine?
One after another
I am the last one
The oldest one alive
All who can identify
Run free in another plane
And care not for the sepia strangers
Who will eventually fade
Boxed and shelved