where once we felt and looked the same
sharing a house on memory lane.
there in the glass we stared with pride
at flawless skin and clueless eyes.

we conquered hills and soaring trees
with nimble limbs and stable knees.
we hopped and skipped and ran the streets;
no bills to pay, no ends to meet.

though father time pulled us apart,
you kept the light inside my heart.
to guide me through the twilight years
in this old house that we both share.

these nagging knees now often speak.
this weathered roof now often weeps.
but this old house will always be
a treasured home for you and me.

Ayo!

~ P