An Old Photograph

I found a school picture of a little boy the other day. He was wearing a little red polo. His little hands sat folded in front of him. His nose almost to small for his face which was dotted with freckles that I was willing to bet time had long since taken away. His lips etched in a thin smile more of a smirk really. Hiding behind long bangs I couldn't help but notice his eyes big, brown and full of wonder. And so I couldn’t help but to ponder what sort of hopes rested behind those brown eyes so big and so full of wonder. Did those hopes become dreams dreamed and did he call up all the courage he could muster to pursue the ideals that surely rested in the wonder did he make it or were those dreams torn asunder Then I turned the picture over to find scrawled on the back in in fading ink a date and name what a shame this boy was me and somewhere along the line the hopes that rested in the bright eyed wonder settled on the dreams being torn asunder