There was a precious memory once sent
from phone to phone from ten years past today.
The author, then, the mem’ry did repent
and thence the precious scene went on its way.
Was this some final bid to seek a smile?
Some purge of olden days to be forgot?
Where is this picture now, and why revile
against a lovely thing and make it naught?
It made me glad, that scen…