Picture of Me

[refisher]

Stepping back and taking a look
The picture is worth one thousand words
It's old and faded and straight from a book
Where ink runs into scratched-out parts

Grabbing a glass, zooming in full
The picture is in one thousand pieces
It's old and faded and just like a puzzle
Where parts have been carved and reset

And it's a picture that I wouldn't want to frame
And it's a picture that I could never replicate
And it's a picture that I wish I could retake
But it's a picture I just cannot throw away

Hovering over and squinting the eyes
The picture is now one-thousandth from then
It's old and faded and reduced to a size
Where microscopes are needed   Specimen

And it's a picture that I wouldn't want to name
And it's a picture that I would never want to paint
And it's a picture that I wish I could retake
But it's a picture I just cannot throw away

Taking a paintbrush and dabbing it
The picture is worth one thousand words
It's old and faded but getting retouched
So that it might be of some kind of worth

It may not be a picture to frame,
And I may not give it any name,
And I may not ever replicate,
But I surely won't let it go to waste.
But I surely won't ever throw it away.