Old photos of me when I had more hair
Old photos of me when there were no lines
Old photos of me when I was thinner
Old photos of me and old cars old times
Time won't hold still when we are told sometimes
To keep still or to smile and then say cheese
Instead it's rushed blurred a pink finger shines
In a corner object obscured unease
Instead of pleasure is procured. Daddy's
Bald head was funny. I had hair to spare
While he despaired. One day sticks in our minds
The time he walked in with a wig on. He's
Got a wig on we whispered to Mother
A big black one. But no photo survives
Sat 14 June 2008
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