Old Photographs Poem by Philip Carter

When I look at the old pictures
Adorning the pub wall
I look at the people captured there
And I think of them all
Did they think that many years ahead?
Their image will be on show
Maybe seen by a descendant
They will never even know
I look into the pictures
And see the faces looking back
And wonder if we are related
But this information I do lack
So they are looking out at me
Never older do they grow
Leaving all who see them wondering
Are you someone I should know?