Sixty years after..

This poem is more of an after thought,my wondering as to how childhood friends would behave if they were to meet after some 60 years or so.I was inspired to write this poem after reading a poem by cutest angel about two child hood friends,their exploits on a summer afternoon and how suddenly,it all changed.Please do read the original poem by cutest angel on http://cutestangel.wordpress.com/2009/07/02/that-summer/.

Sixty years after..


The morning dawned,enshrouded in a bitter chill
Vision murked by the thickening fog
Clouds engulfing the ever lonely hill
Trees crooked and shorn,upon us was the winter fall

Walking down a desolate alley,i met her
Frailed and thinned,beauty ravaged by merciless time
Bones projecting out,veins standing out through the skinny veil
I met her in the winter of my life,lucy,my childhood friend

But time had not taken it all,a familiar smile still lingered on her lips
Slightly bent by age's burden,mind slightly deranged
Shorn of her youth,with nothing left to do but pine
And pined i for how my childhood friend had changed

And we talked at length,as the light around us dimmed
About how unreal and distant memories seemed
And talked we of that summer long ago,those days of yore
About how change was a familiar foe,but it hurt no more
For pined i no more for how it all had changed
I was glad to be back with her,lucy,my childhood friend