The Reunion

Plagued with signs of aging Only the eyes bore a semblance These were faces I used to know Yet I barely see a resemblance. Hair that once was wavy and long Now barely grows in sprinkles The face that never had a flaw Now creased with lines and wrinkles My eyes slowly traveled the room Trying to look so nonchalant Reveling in all the rounded figures Sporting an out-of-date bouffant. And to think I once was jealous And made to feel so out of place By this very group of matriarchs Without a sign of youth to trace How gracefully I’ve aged As I compared myself to these How much younger I appear I’ve sailed the years with ease. The sound of voices intermingling Draws me back to reality Scarcely believing what I’m hearing They’re saying the same things about me!