Reflection

So long ago (little more

than children) we planned

our future while everyone said

we were too young. In the years

that followed children enriched

our lives and we became the

young tending the young.

Those children are now older

than we were back then

and the years have fled behind us

yet so often I see the boy you were

behind the man you are, struggling

to find his place in the now.

Do your eyes reflect a younger me?

Are they kind mirrors

or does the same image

that greets my gaze sadden yours?

c.1978