A friend and I met after ages, Hugs and smiles were initial exchanges, She said-you look the same, You too- I responded in the conversational train. Meeting old friends is magical, In a few hours, we can go back in time, Recollecting old days is sweet and sentimental, These trysts of shared memories is sublime. Later, I thought of the sweet little lies. That work great as breaking ice tries, Our attempt is mutual feel good, And nothing deeper to brood. But, some words make me ponder, Changes are inevitable in a decade, Why do we want to stay the same-I wonder. Or is sweet nostalgia-the game played. I am now a woman- who was once a girl, With life free of responsibilities, She loved to dance, giggle and twirl, Now, she manages home and work with precious abilities. I have experienced and changed. I do not feel or look the same. I have my advancement embraced. Desire to hold off against a natural tide is lame. Age has given me many gift, Perspective being a precious drift, Calmness as an energy lift, And conscious responsiveness-a personality thrift.