There is an affinity between some old people.
We sometimes smile to each other when passing in the street
as if to say, “Isn’t it amazing? How did it happen?
this wrinkled face; this white hair.”
We never thought it would happen to us;
And yet, here we are.
All this conveyed in a look.
What a joke.
We have to laugh.
Children still in spite of our disguise.
