The Stranger
by Diann Sheldon

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The Stranger
by Diann Sheldon

I was walking down the lane
And rested at the pond
I sat upon a boulder there
To dwell and think beyond

As I looked across the pond
I noticed that the trees
Reflections in the water
Were not moving in the breeze

The water still and mirror like
I found myself entranced
By the silence that engulfed me
And the beauty so enhanced

Then I studied the reflections
Of the sky and clouds above
Birds flew by some sang song
It filled my heart with love

Looking down from where I sat |
To see something so very strange
A face was glancing back at me
A face that had no name

I lifted my head quickly,
My heart began to pound
This face was not familiar
So I spun my head around

I looked first to my left
Then off to the right
And even checked behind me
To see who was in sight

Looking back into the water
The face still staring back
It was the face of an older woman
Whos hair appeared to be black

With gray scattered here and there
And lifelines I did see
Then Oh my gosh! I realized
That face belonged to me

Where has my youth gone?
Where can it be?
It was here just only yesterday
I know for I did see

Then I thought unto myself
Life is like this pond
It runs right through your fingers
First it is here and then its gone.

Poem by
Diann Sheldon


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