Which one is me?

by John Long   Feb 18, 2007

Here's a photo of me at eleven,
Shining with life and innocence brightly,
Here's one of me at twenty two,
Half conscious and stupid and drunk almost nightly.

There I was at seventeen, promising undying love to my first girlfriend,
I wonder where she is now.
I hope she's happy and the last person to make her that promise
Will see it through.

Which one is me?

That's me at eighteen, such long beautiful hair
And a devil may care point of view.
And there's me at forty five when the hair is nearly gone and
The lines are blurred between right and wrong.

A wedding picture at twenty four,
Until death do us part.
A wedding picture at forty three,
Another start.

Which one is me?

Yes that's me at thirteen singing hymns in Sunday school,
Me at nineteen, a confirmed atheist fool(?).
At forty six taking some comfort in Buddhism,
Finding meaning and replacing cynicism.

There's my dad holding my hand when I was five,
And now I am the same age he was when he died.

Which one is me?


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  • 13 years ago

    by Dixiedaisy

    This an remarkable reflection of our past. Foolish mistakes and the things we have done in our lives that define who we are and what we have become. Whether it be good or bad things they all make us what we are today.