I met myself , one day in May.
Is that me? I said, in disarray.
When did I lose that girlish grin
and gain this older haggard skin.
How did I age and when was it,
that elfish laugh and fined tuned wit
left my soul but to persue
a grown up person without view.
Bitter, aged and cynical
Now is it that me? or with recall
can I become now and remain,
an elfish, laughing girl again?
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