The Reunion
Plagued with signs of aging
Only the eyes bore a semblance
These are faces I used to know
Yet I barely see a resemblance.
Hair once so wavy and long
Now barely grows in sprinkles
The face that never had a flaw
Now creased with lines and wrinkles
Slowly my eyes traveled the room
With an air of nonchalance
Reveling in all the rounded figures
Sporting out-of-date bouffants.
And to think I once was jealous
And made to feel so out of place
By this group of aging matriarchs
With no signs of youth to trace
"How gracefully I’ve aged!"
As I compared myself to these
"How much younger I appear,
I’ve sailed the years with ease!"
Catching a glimpse of my reflectionAs I pass a mirror in the hall
Stopping cold with realization
I'm not so different after all.
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