On Discovering An Old Photo Of Myself Poem by Shalom Freedman
On Discovering An Old Photo Of Myself
I don't remember myself
Looking that way
What can be the connection
Between the dark-haired young man
And the grey and white scraggly bearded self
I now know myself to be?
I know we are the same person
But I do not feel
I ever was that dark haired being-
Apparently,
Life is having more faces
Than we can ever know at once
And losing each one of them
Before we have the one
We ourselves cannot see.
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