I see a little girl
With a silly expression on her face
Smiling through her baby teeth
Moving at a steady pace.
That was her future
Now it's her past
Because even a photograph couldn't stop her
From growing up too fast.
She experienced things
That led her to believe
That everyone was the same
And to that she misconceived.
She then learned about the world
With all its tragedy
And the happy ending fairy tales
That very few will ever see.
But she thinks about her life
And still thinks about the past
What a good life she has had
And she's gonna make it last.
No risky situations
That she'll put herself in
Being smart and level-headed
Struggling maybe, but keeping it all down with a pin.
And now at my age
(The ripe old age of only fifteen)
I've still only heard of things
That I've never seen.
Though I'm sure that when I'm eighty
And old age has finally sprung
I'll laugh and look back at the pictures
Of the days
When the camera still keep me young.

©1998 Jackie Viney


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