Which one is me?

Here's a photo of me at eleven,
Shining with life and innocence brightly,
Here's one of me at twenty two,
Half conscious and stupid and drunk almost nightly.

There I was at seventeen, promising undying love to my first girlfriend,
I wonder where she is now.
I hope she's happy and the last person to make her that promise
Will see it through.

Which one is me?

That's me at eighteen, such long beautiful hair
And a devil may care point of view.
And there's me at forty five when the hair is nearly gone and
The lines are blurred between right and wrong.

A wedding picture at twenty four,
Until death do us part.
A wedding picture at forty three,
Another start.

Which one is me?

Yes that's me at thirteen singing hymns in Sunday school,
Me at nineteen, a confirmed atheist fool(?).
At forty six taking some comfort in Buddhism,
Finding meaning and replacing cynicism.

There's my dad holding my hand when I was five,
And now I am the same age he was when he died.

Which one is me?