The common volunteer among us Who helms the digital eye To shoot down the celebration To mummify for our tomorrow. He always makes double sure That each human jewel is taken Every precious moment captured Every priceless expression noted
When years have passed by And the album is reopened Treasured memories will sprout Joy and sorrow will waltz; About everyone seen on canvas Is always inquired and spoken And the hands that selflessly clicked Is always, always Forgotten.
