There was a Polaroid of me
From nineteen sixty eight
Hair down to shoulders
Lennon mutton chops
Puffing a dubious cigarette
Unearthed years later
In a shoebox of fading photographs
Funny…I had lectured my only son
On the evils of booze and dope
And, of course,
He was the finder
And the keeper (I learned)
Of this portrait so uncouth
That told its little truth
A vestige of my youth
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You managed to make me smile once again. I thank you. This is wonderful!
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Oh, yes! The secrets of our past. Mine is a pic of me in a Cardinal mascot costume. Jeez!
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Could be worse!
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Shhh!!!
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I love the rhyming in this one.
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