The Picture-Loudon Wainwright III

There are pictures on the piano, pictures of the family, Mostly my kids but there＇s an old Picture of you and me. You were five and I was six In 1952; That was forty years ago, how could it be true? We were sitting outside drawing At a table meant for cards, And it must have been in autumn, Falling leaves in the front yard, With a shoebox full of crayons, Full of colors oh so bright, In a picture in a plastic frame, A snapshot black and white. You were looking at my paper, watching what I drew; It was natural: I was older, Thirteen months more than you. A brother and a sister, a little boy and girl, And whoever took that picture Captured our own world. A brother needs a sister to watch what he can do, To protect and to torture, to boss around, it＇s true; But a brother will defend her For a sister＇s love is pure, Because she thinks he＇s wonderful When he is not so sure. In the picture there＇s a fender of our old Chevrolet Or Pontiac, our dad would know, surely he could say; But dad is dead and we grow old; It＇s true that time flies by; And in forty years the world has changed As well as you and I.