I clamp my eyes

Shut

And long for an era

of black and white film

A time painted in simplicity

We have forgotten photos had meaning

and artistic leanings

instead of vanity boosters

and self esteem crushers of today

I long for the era

of black and white film

were movies still bathed in thought,

and theaters were soaked in cigarette smoke

when things that bumped in the dark

were still from a world apart

as opposed to a tweenage dream

I wish I could escape to the era

of black and white film

lock all my troubles away

watch all the colors fade to gray

I crave a time

when cameras had rhythm and rhyme

from the era

of black and white film