I met a man...
I met a man
the other day -
who stopped and talked -
then went his way...
And though he had
a long time gone -
and though his hair
was now all wrong...
He hadn't changed
the way he was -
the same wide smile -
the same eyes - strong...
The past - so swift -
as if a blink -
reached and joined
the present link...
We will - no more
meet like that -
but it was rather
nice to chat...
Joy Weare,
7th April, 2010.
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