On the Selfie Taped to the Icebox Door

In every selfie 
it must be told 
lies a tale 
of growing old. 

You may remember when 
into the booth with them 
a quarter and a whim 
you fit two to a frame. 

Now and then we look 
into an old book 
but nothing says us now 
like the smiling fun brows   

taped to the icebox door 
these 50 years or more 
when back in our heyday 
we posed stuck forever.