Possessions collected over a lifetime,
Sitting on shelves a memento sign.
This from an event of a holiday trip,
A memento recorded into a video clip.
But its importance fades with the times passage,
A book that now is on another page.
Old and ancient its meaning now forgotten,
Its pages yellow and the innards now rotten.
Left as a relic of someones pass who has now passed on,
A memento of a person now gone.
The legacy morphs into what we think is right,
But distorted with time altered now dim and not bright.
We remember the good times and we are in grieve,
Like the browning of a once colorful leaf.