Beautiful poem from Elizabeth Spires. Read more about her here, at The Poetry Foundation.
The Faces of Children
by Elizabeth Spires
Meeting old friends after a long time, we see
with surprise how they have changed, and must imagine,
despite the mirror's lies, that change is upon us, too.
Once, in our twenties, we thought we would never die.
Now, as one thoughtlessly shuffles a deck of cards,
we have run through half our lives.
The afternoon has vanished, the evening changing
us into four shadows mildly talking on a porch.
(Read the rest here, at The Writer's Almanac.)
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