Mon 4 Apr, 2011 07:31 am
I believe our younger selves still live inside of us.
Yes, I know,
we ARE that sagging face,
the aching hips, the balding head,
we ARE that face we study grimly in the mirror,
but sometimes from these eyes peer out:
a second-grader, late for school,
a sullen teen with greasy hair,
a nervous newlywed,
the proud young dad,
-a self I used to be-
looks into that cruel mirror
"what the hell am I doing
in this old body?"
I tell you, these 'selves' are still right here!
waiting to be stirred to wakefulness:
a thought, a photograph,