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We
dance around the ballroom,
searching faces in the gloom, trying
to remember who that was who shook
my hand, remembering my name,
I'm thinking, trying to do the same, years
ago I know, but youth has worn away and
photos pinned to ballroom walls don't match
the foreign faces gliding in the hall.
Now we're gathered all together,
trying hard to bring it back but
those years are replaced somehow,
images that lack the old friends, good
and hard times, old remembrances, yet
some old names return, gray faces
pitiful, forms withered, and the strobes
bring out the lights in all our
newly unknown eyes.
So we dance around the ballroom
in the memories of the night, and
we glance at one another, other
strangers, thinking, 'might I know
you, did I, weren't we friends?' but
then it ends, and then the once upon
a time dissolves, the dance goes on until
we recognize, as one, the
dance is done.
Next
reunion, drink a toast, I'll do the
same from here and think of you, the
few I really knew, not the faded
blur of age, but you, old friends, the way
we were, I always do.
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