The past really is a foreign country, where history has been subtly changed.
Road-signs have been altered, doors are locked against the stranger.
REUNION
Her children
and my children
now have children of their own.
The man I was, and what she was,
that spirited, flamboyant girl,
have vanished, all our passion stilled.
I hardly thought myself grown old
till, in her tearful, wary face
I saw
my own reflected: weary, drawn.
Full forty years of life’s rebuffs
have turned us into shadows.
How sad your words, and (sometimes) how painful our memories of who we once were.
ReplyDeleteAncient now, I still have a zest for life although my body tends to resist. That said, my mind heart and soul refuse I become a shadow.
Anna :o]
That's an inspiring statement, Anna. One with which I heartily concur.
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