We
We are a pair, we go together
Like a hand in glove
We are very close
Best friends who are in love
We have many interests
Most of which we share
The years are catching up with us
Of this, we are both aware
The years are flying past
At such a frantic pace
Is this is what is meant
By the human race
As we are aging
Our thoughts stray to before
When time stretched out in front of us
Now death knocks on our door
It is the time to reflect
That one day all must die
And for a time until we meet again
That WE become an I
Copyright © Shirley Hawkins | Year Posted 2019
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