REUNION
by Bettie Turner
What shall I say
When we meet again
Some years gone by?
My hair is grey
But so is yours.
No use to lie.
Once we were young
And grabbed for life
And all it offered.
Now we may look back
And wonder why
We even bothered.
You're rich; I'm poor
She's pretty; he's not
What matters in the end?
I see your eyes light up;
Your smile's the same.
You're still my friend.
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