Familiar Faces

Familiar faces watch me

From a photo in a frame

Someone that I should have known

More than just by name

I wonder if they're proud of me

If I am good enough

And when it comes down to it

How do I measure up

Would they say my jeans too tight

My shirt is just too loose

No lady where her hair like this

And just what's with my shoes

Or would they think I'm beautiful

Because I come from them

And does it matter anyway

They're still gone in the end

I never got to know them

They were gone before I came

I wish that I could tell you more

Than just too simple names

This photos all I have of them

That I can touch and see

And as I look I wonder

Are they proud of me?