I looked at the faded colour picture that was me and wept for the child that grew older and forgot the wonder of the world found new.
I looked at the photograph of a place, where in younger years, I played, and thought, and never saw that all must one day pass.
I looked into the face of innocence then into the mirror at a face that seems etched with worries more numerous as years fail.
I looked at the little button nosed boy ice pop in one hand never suspecting the camera would capture his soul forever.
I remember him now.
1982
That’s quite nice. I think I was thinking that when I posted today, though it wasn’t my youth I was lamenting, but my children’s.
Comment by westernqueensland — 9, May 2008 @ 10:53 am