I try to imagine us half a lifetime ago
Before we knew that we would share
the creaking hips and knees
the white in our hair
In our noisy youth we tried on
more flamboyant friendships
That sparked and burned and turned to ash
Did we just wind up on this shared bench,
Or did we choose to be here?
We didn’t see it coming
Or notice how the years piled up.
Our lives started on two paths
That merged as we danced on,
worth the terribly strange act
Of sharing

With thanks and apologies to Paul Simon

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