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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459829" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The guy in the photograph</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459829" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Out of the old tin frame<br>the 1944, I guess, photo, shines<br>a carefree smile from the 15-year-old<br>caught on a hillside in the summer air<br>in pure happiness..or so it images..</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459829" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It’s the only photo from the album<br>that I like to have around; I look at it<br>and marvel that I ever looked like that<br>for more than one unguarded moment..</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459829" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Is the story of my childhood that I tell myself, <br>the agonies of growing up, the uncertainties, <br>the discovery that parents are not perfect…<br>the not knowing who one really is…or might be…<br>all that, a fiction, or a fraction of the truth? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=459829" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">From time to time, I glance at it, <br>(as my parents must have done, <br>with all the thoughts that I’ll now never know) : <br>accept its mute challenge of beauty, goodness, truth…<br>he's expecting all that life may offer; <br>this is the guy I must keep faith with…<br>what else is there to say?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a></strong></div>