Memoirs

I look at my photos On some of them I am smiling, On some I am just sullen somewhat They show me some few things The mirror would not; Now I am scared, each time I look I feel I am looking at the memoirs Of a dead man. Looking at myself, I am sure the man died some time back I've got this smile of a man Who once lived, a good man: The picture says it, A man whose heart was real, A man who gave all, all for nothing. On the other I have this serene look Of the dead man Who could listen to you and cry for you; A man who deeply felt for you. On the other I am standing With my hands clapped at the back of my head Trying to think of where I would go Having sold all of my world with a badge at my back Brand new but sold: I became a non-entity, all at the sad hands of love. Elsewhere I am quite fair And I look like a man who dismissed serious pain With a ***** laugh and whispered a heroic pain don't hurt. I am scared each time I look at myself I look at the memoirs of a dead man Since I died in your heart. I still need to live again, There is no after-life.