Wrinkles In Time

In that old photo…is that me? I'd really like to know I think it does resemble me but that was long ago. I was so young…this I avow. Still creating my blueprints. But I'm much older than that now… A lot has happened since. In that new photo…is that me? So old…but looking gay I'm pretty sure that man is me at least that's me…today The first photo…of course that's me! but you can barely see my joy The second photo…also me… and also that little boy. I'm not sure how it came to be I'm not sure how it can… But on the path of destiny that boy became that man. The man was not part of the boy For that is nature's plan But you can see it in his joy… the boy is in the man. Life is a series of photos and as we live and grow one photo is but one photo not the entire show. The man is 65…that's true The boy is 17 But the story of the two of them lies in all the photos in between. And though time has added a few wrinkles that cover up my face the boy, his joy…his twinkle time cannot erase.