> 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