Old Friend 

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.

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