I met an old friend the other day,
It seems a very long time.
I asked how he had been ,
he replied he was doing just fine.
We remembered our dreams and laughed ,
back when we were young.
For life was one long adventure
and living was for fun.
I looked at his face with sadness
not knowing just what to say.
The years had not been kind with the passing of each day
For Many a line told a story ,
witnessed by hair of grey.
I stood and bid him farewell,
knowing, there will be another day,.
When he and I once again meet in the mirror.... on hair cutting day.
Time
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