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.
The Coming of the Toads 