I was at an art museum and I saw these girls snickering around a Collection of black and white photographs In a corner of the gallery
As I approached they moved on But not before I heard one of them say "Who wants to look at pictures of an old guy's ****"
The photographs in question did have a rather large picture Of an old man's *****, but there weβre others Pictures of his hands, feet, face All zoomed in enough that you could see his skin In detail
In the wrinkles, freckles, and weathered lines Of this old man you could see an entire Lifetime on display The time etching into his surface Like the needle into a warm wax cylinder The song of his years played as lines and furrows
A venerable road map of a life lived
As for the **** I'm sure that thing had some miles put On it too.