Posted in Life, Poetry, Prose

My Old Photographs

My old photographs
seem browner with age
while my once brown hair
seems greyer,
much greyer, bordering on white,
I’ve tried to remaster some of those browns
making them less, or more
changing my memories of them as well,
If I changed my hair color to un-grey
would I think better of myself
or, worse?



Just an American lost in Denmark. The past few weeks being back in the good old USA. It is like Aliens have taken over my mind, changing it from what I knew to what I know. It might be the heat, or it might be the influence of hearing English 24 hours a day, but whatever the cause, it is only temporary while dealing with this time and space.

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