NaPoWriMo Poem #30

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By Edward S Gault

I came across
our old
yearbook

sitting in the
attic like
an

old book of
lore, telling
the

tales of the
legends we
all

thought ourselves to
be. Your
photo

stares back at
me from
the

yellowing page, back
then so
white.

I wonder how
that happened.
how

we all got
to where
we

are now: people
with three
decade

old yearbooks that
accuse us
us

of being ancient,
when we
are

the same we
were then.
Except

that so has
much happened
and

despite everything, I
became my
father

anyway all the
same, I
like

to think I
turned out
different,

that I carry
it differently
than

he did. But
maybe not.
Ask

my daughter about
about it
sometime.

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