Yesterday I recall
was a fine day withal.
The sun shone brightly
in a hard blue sky.
I was in a slipstream
gliding between happy and sad.
My aches and pains
had abated and
I had one or two thoughts
which seemed momentous
at the time.
I caught my reflection
in the kitchen window.
A weathered face
wistful eyes
and sad beard.
A face I remembered seeing
once before but could not
say where or when.
Yes, it was a fine day
from where I stood
though I know it probably
wasn't a good day
for many others.
All I can tell them is
I felt both lucky and sad
to see it go.
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