I sat and watched as the screen turned to black,

Tears streaming down my cheeks,

How can a film, a century old, bring such joy?

How can it be that a black and white silent film

Can be so emotional?

How can it be that I feel this strong emotion

For people who are long gone?

A film so aged, yet its charm remains,

That it beats out many modern films.

I wonder if those creators of old,

Could fathom the legacy their story would hold.

Remembered today, with tears at the end,

An ending that forever in our hearts will transcend.