If we ever meet againplease don’t act surprised.
Don’t be fooled by my shaking hand
the weariness in my eyes.
My awkward limp is an illusion
a trick of your failing sight.
The wrinkles and scars disappear
in the blessedly weak twilight.
So let me hold my head up high
keep me young in your mind.
Let your memories be charitable
allow them to tell you lies.
Hope we didn’t waste the years
pray we didn’t waste our tears.
May time be kind to our souls
and bring us nothing but cheer.
Dpressedmuslimah 