Met myself thirty years hence:
Wrinkles and gray hair.
Walking stick. Bifocal lens.
Look of slight despair.
I asked myself, “How do you do?”
I answered, “Getting by.”
I said, “Guidance? Have any, you?”
I just let out a sigh.
Eye to eye, I and I
Looking back at me
In the twinkling of an eye
For eternity.

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