A Passing Glance
The other day
as I turned the corner
onto my quiet street
I saw a woman so perfect
she snatched my breath away
as she waited to cross the road.
It was like seeing a movie star
or a beauty queen up close--
my heart ached a bit, I confess,
when I thought, once, a long,
long time ago, I just might
have had a chance....
But now I'm just an old man
driving an old car to an old house.
I drove slowly and could see
her gracefully crossing the street
in my rear-view mirror, much
like a dream fading quickly away...
suddenly, from somewhere far
beyond my mind, I realized
the truth of what I saw: that
it was all stupid illusion--
she was young and beautiful,
I, old and lame, but those were
just markers on the wheel of time.
The wheel would turn,
my body would die, hers would age,
no longer enrapturing men: in a way,
she was already an old woman which
I could not see, nor could I see the
sweet child still playing within her.
When there are no more days left,
our souls will be free of the Wheel
and all the world's illusions will
seem as distant, fading dreams....
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