Low-Fi Poem by Tony Jolley

The face was far older
Than either of us remembered:
The 'laughter lines'
No longer a laughing matter –
More Vulture talon-trails than Crow's feet
Scored into once soft flesh
Like a low-fidelity, analogue recording
Of the years past and passing faster,
Awaiting only a suitable 'stylus':
An occasion of some sort,
A good bottle of St Aubin
To produce the best playback
Memory can provide: -
A little bit rough round the edges;
A little 'rosy';
A little scratchy and hazy,
Maybe,
But they're my memories,
My mirror recollections:
The sum of all the histories
That make me me:
Visibly.