future

We are the same person
I recognize me in you
A glimpse of my future
smooth chocolate skin with age but wrinkle free
peach bonnets
fingers that glisten with gold
and an old story I never told
a sigh of relaxation
As you settle into oblivion
dreams or reality
I never could decide
Do you still get high?
And cry at all the things you have
Do you still speak in the sweetest tones?
Are you filled with happiness when you think of the things you've experienced?
Has your compassion hardened like the bones of the earth
or do you still melt when someone needs your help
Oh Mrs. Daisey you're alright