The girl you knew at twenty two
Who heard the vows you made,
Became your wife and shared your life,
May now look slightly frayed.
Others, such fun at twenty one,
Whom you can still recall,
Find time more kind since in your mind
They have not aged at all.
Think, as you pass the looking glass,
Those laughing girls you knew
Could be the grumpy grandmamas
Who hog your pension queue.
Joe Pamanian