It’s been an age
It’s been an age since I first met you—
You there, looking back at me
Three score years plus eleven to be exact
You haven’t changed a bit, they say
You and I know better
Sometimes I can’t believe it’s you
I hardly know you
Could we start over do you think?
Would it be as much fun?
I don’t know.
Was it fun for you?
Are you as puzzled as I am?
I seem to have more questions than answers today
Where and when did we find each other?
We seem to get along
But then we always did even when we didn’t
So who am I to say?
All I know is looking back at me
Wondering where the time has flown
And who this beautiful woman is
Smiling at me through the mirror
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© Elouise Renich Fraser, 20 November 2014
Photo Credit: DAFraser, December 2012
Hoyt Arboretum, Portland, Oregon