Fading Photographs

Blowing off the dusty dust Of my old, old family portrait album I see, in the beginning of beginnings, There’s a whole lot of me, me, me me and me Baby me, toddler me, goofy me, cutie me School photos up to my Senior year me Dispersed amongst them are family occasions Like Birthdays, Christmas, and the such My favorites are the goofy, unpretentious ones The LIVE and not people posing picture ones That end up framed and hung up on the wall Looking lost amongst the many, many other ones Then, there’s the Big Vanilla envelope: A Great, Great time capsule of ancestry and all A Great, Great graveyard of black and whites One especially catches my eye, sending chills down my back There stands a man, older than dirt That looks like he’s wearing my bamboo made shirt Not only do I look exactly like him Looking back at me is that same foolish grin And so I have to look on the back to see who it is But I can barely make out his name And yet it turns out, He’s my Great, Great, Great Great, Great Uncle Jim