The Old Guy In My Photos - Poem by Jim Yerman
There's this old guy in my photos…is he someone I should know?
I see him standing in the spot I stand and I have to wonder…where'd I go?
He's usually standing in the back….smiling joyously.
Sometimes he's standing next to Deborah…and I think…that should be me.
But it can't be me…this old guy…standing in my place…
His hair is much too grey and he has too many wrinkles on his face.
I've seen him next to our children and grandchildren too…
standing…shoulder to shoulder
He certainly looks a little like me…but that man is so much older!
Deborah I ask, I've seen this old guy in so many of our photos
you should be taking pictures of me…instead of him…
Deborah looks at me and smiles…
then she chuckles, and says, "Oh, Jim…."
"Look closer at the photos…it's might be hard to believe but it is true
in every picture that I take…that old guy…he is you."
People say a camera adds 10 pounds to a person
but it's more than that, I fear…
for all the cameras we have seem to be adding 20 years.
But I suppose in the right lighting…that person that I see
It's possible…just maybe…that old guy could be me.
And I guess I should be happy…yes, I believe I should
because this old guy who resembles me…
he's looking pretty good!
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