Snapshots so pathetic,
How did it come to this?
Everyone in the frame,
Grannies, uncles, cousins,
Not to mention Dad,
Dead
Except for me;
But the beautiful blonde boy I was
Unrecognizable
In the sliver-bearded man who remains,
One tear in each tired eye,
Staring at old photos
Of folks once loved long gone.
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Dennis Wilken is veteran journalist and writer. He lives in Seattle Washington.
