Lifers
50 years ago I would have said
life was swollen with promise
as I awaited your return
from a land of bicycles,
Pagodas, potato vendors
and "Hiah, Hiah, Mushee, Mushee,
Hononea, Hononea."*
40 years ago the struggle
almost killed us both,
swimming against the current
of babies, bottles, bills
and dreams swept away.
30 years ago, life happened
in such a mad whirl
we hardly noticed its passing.
20 years ago, at life's half-century mark,
still slender (unlike now when flesh hangs
where it shouldn't), we walked
backward through empty rooms.
10 years ago, walls strained
as our numbers grew one by one
and we reeled in astonishment and joy.
Today, life swells with promise,
our attention riveted
on dreams rekindled.
*Japanese Greeting
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