Do you see that young man looking at me
That knowing look, of impish glee
You wouldn't believe the prizes I won
Such fun, you won't believe what I'd done
But now my lover has gone away
Old and bald, wrinkled and grey
I like to imagine him waiting for me
Impatiently, in purgatory
Now the men of my grand old age
Think that they are always right
And everybody else is wrong
They go out looking for a fight
Time moves on and life goes on
Maybe it's for the best, we wouldn't get on
And yet that photo tells the story
Of the joys of youth and our moment of glory
He made night day and he made day night
He made white black and he made black white
He made right wrong and he made wrong right
He made light dark and he made dark light
Do you see that young man looking at me
That moment caught by photography
Preserved as a permanent memory
Of the joy I was and will always be.
-ends-
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