Can you tell which one I was,

My hair then long, never a buzz,

On my face only peach fuzz…

Try outs to be a life guard,

That was then, this is now,

I had no desire to save lives,

Little did I know someday I would be a bard…

My home at the time in the background,

Not long before the upheaval of its tearing down,

Built in its place condominiums, off the subject I do again sound,

Who will find me in that picture, for that you will get a prize,

No smile did on me do you ever see, my hair like a Dutch boys, no lies…

© ed ~ 4/4/06