Black & White

All the children crowd around

Waiting to hear a story,

A story about the "old days."

We wait and wait.

You're about to talk,

But instead of a story

You pull out a photo.

Some children get up

To leave, but

With such a steady voice

You say, "Sit, I have something to show."

You show us that photo,

but it's weird.

It doesn't have any colors.

It's black and white

You preach about how times have changed,

That they will always change.