THE PHOTOGRAPHER
If it's what he wanted, he wouldn't get closer
His place is exactly where he stands
The tool in his hands captures your moments
With a breeze or cheese he makes you smile
He stands before you in times you won't forget
He's there when you win, nearby when you grow
Captures your form puts down your reflection
Pays the attention so you can be at ease
You pay in money not in gratitude
Yet you cannot buy commitment
He's there to help you remember
Turns speechlessness into a thousand words
Like a wizard, gets your smile, makes it freeze
He that stays behind, so you can be in front
He that's invisible, so you may be seen
He that stays out, so there can be a picture
This poem doesn't have any rhyme! It's a tribute to all people doing very important tasks with out getting much in gratitude.
Feedback is everything, thank you. -Constino
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Rhymes AND Nonsense
PoetryLife is a mountain, it's a fountain, it is a sea. Though we can't live it to the fullest, it goes on after we're gone, it goes on forever more. Life never ends.
