Photos never lie
except when they must,
with a minimum of mendacity,
tell welting whoppers
about how egregiously old
the old codger has become.
I have studied photos
taken years ago
that make me look
youthful although
I can recall
at the time thinking
how mature that youth looked.
So, how upset was I when,
being told a particular
photo was a good
likeness of me,
was unable to identify
which of the old coots
was I?
Weak eyes
in the morning
whilst before a mirror
can be an advantage:
weak eyes
allow me to believe
my own press releases
to myself.
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