Old Age

April 20, 2009
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When I wake up,
I begin to see,
A familiar face,
Watching me.

I realize,
That the face is mine.
Wrinkled with age and old time.
It is me,
Quite a bit older,
With a humped back,
And weaker shoulders.

I sit next to her,
And talk about the weather.
We talk about getting sick,
But then getting better.

We talk about our middle school crush,
And about how high school went by in a rush.

Then she stands up,
With a tear in her eye,
Because she knows,
It’s time to say goodbye





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