A long ago photograph
Shows a very young boy smiling.
Only a few lines have been written
On the “blank slate” at this point,
With many pages yet to be inscribed.
His eyes wide open,
And no idea of what is to come.
As I look at it, I wonder
How it seems to him now,
And what the years have given him.
Decades later, the slate is fuller,
And I think he still smiles,
In spite of it all, and because of it all.