Whenever I see an old picture,
Of some old dude who is now dead,
I wonder if he enjoyed his life,
And I wonder about what he did.
Did he do all that he wanted?
And did he live a happy life?
Or was this picture the only picture
In which he ever really smiled?
Then I stop and think, “who cares?
“The dude is already fucking dead.”
I see a picture of myself.
It’s a good one, with all of my
Teeth showing bright and twinkling white,
And it hits me…
One day, someone will see this picture
And they will think the same thing.
One day, I’ll just be another dead dude
In a picture, and no one will give a shit.