The Album

Looking at life past
Looking at life passed

Those babies aren't babies
Anymore
The wrinkled ones
Have both passed on
There's me the father, me the son

Photographs of "pre-me"
Were they the cave years?
Were they the slave years?
Carved out of the time-line
Of my life on earth?

Or practice years for
Today's performance?
My "10,000 hours"
My exhibition games

"She" is there too.
When did the smile
Become a grimace?
Nurture to menace?
Adoration to indifference?

Monday morning quarterback
Monday mourning quarterback
The truth of photos
Now open
To interpretation