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"Photographic Evidence"
I caught a glimpse of myself
In a photo on the wall;
It was from just last year
At around Christmas-time.
My husband and I
Had our arms around
Each other’s shoulders,
And we were smiling.
I looked old.
I remember that day vividly.
I remember dressing nicely
And brushing my hair,
Shaving my face to look my best.
I remember looking at myself
In the mirror and thinking,
‘I look nice today.
These pictures will be great.’
But I look at the photo,
And I don’t think,
‘I look good. I look happy.’
I look at the photo,
And I think,
‘I look old. I look fat.’
When I catch myself
In the mirror these days,
My eyes play tricks
And convince me that
I am looking at
A 20-year-old man,
Without a receding hairline
With a speckling of gray
Just at the temples,
Without the extra pounds
That I’ve put on
Over the years.
When I catch myself
In the mirror these days,
I look happy.
When I catch myself
In a photograph,
I look real.
I caught a glimpse of myself
In a photo on the wall;
It was from just last year
At around Christmas-time.
My husband and I
Had our arms around
Each other’s shoulders,
And we were smiling.
I looked old.
I remember that day vividly.
I remember dressing nicely
And brushing my hair,
Shaving my face to look my best.
I remember looking at myself
In the mirror and thinking,
‘I look nice today.
These pictures will be great.’
But I look at the photo,
And I don’t think,
‘I look good. I look happy.’
I look at the photo,
And I think,
‘I look old. I look fat.’
When I catch myself
In the mirror these days,
My eyes play tricks
And convince me that
I am looking at
A 20-year-old man,
Without a receding hairline
With a speckling of gray
Just at the temples,
Without the extra pounds
That I’ve put on
Over the years.
When I catch myself
In the mirror these days,
I look happy.
When I catch myself
In a photograph,
I look real.
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