I smiled,
Seeing him once again.
Amidst the crowd,
We often stray from each other.
His smile,
Couldn’t conceal the wrinkles,
Nor a balding forehead.
We shook hands,
The strength had gone.
I could feel the pain in his knees.
We sat over a cup of coffee,
But he refused sugar.
I talked about the future,
But he strolled in the past.
As he bid adieu,
We shook hands,
His grip now much weaker,
His steps now much slower.
As his silhouette faded,
I didn’t know, when we would meet,
Me and my old age once again.
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Unbelievably beautiful...! Well written sir, short but powerful..!