Old Photos

Old photos I am looking through

Of myself in all my ages,

And still my head space it is true,

I can recall all my stages.

On Santa’s lap on Christmas Eve

With such excitement on my face,

That little boy I can retrieve

And know that life was mine to chase.

And older now a cub scout kid

In a uniform proudly worn,

To do my duty, “Dob, dob, dib, dib,”

There was still a chance I might conform.

Now here I am a snarly teen

With arms folded and face so long;

Yeah, such a jerk I must have been,

A rebel was my angry song.

And look at this one, “Holy shit!”

My early twenties sitting there;

With not a clue on how I fit,

But man, I had a head of hair.

And this one when I was sailing,

At the helm how I looked the part;

But truth to tell I was failing,

A girl had just broken my heart.

Yeah, looking through these old photos;

A thousand words you’re kidding me!

‘Cause I’m seeing what no one knows,

And all the angst there used to be.