I have a wall in my room

Where family pictures are displayed.

Precious to me, almost as much

As the people they portray.

I gaze upon these faces

Time, and time again.

Knowing each one, each smile

The who, the what, the when.

I think about the joyous times

And the missteps along the way

How people change, grow up and love

In pictures thus conveyed.

One day it seems the wall’s transformed

Strange faces do I see

Where are my friends, my loved ones?

Where's my family?

For though the pictures remain the same

Each in their proper place

Recalling them not manifests

My shameful fall from grace.

But I’ll leave the pictures mountedthus

And count my blessings still

The proof is there upon the wall

Of all my dreams fulfilled.