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Changing Neighborhood
By Merna Popper
Copyright 2000 Merna Popper
A poem about lines in the writer's face.

There are days.
There are days
when the young me
rises and shines.
Oh does she shine.
There are days.
Oh what days
when my youth
disappears behind my age
like the setting sun.
A line.
One line.
Then another.
They come.
They cross.
They overlap.
Getting crowded here.
Let one in,
they all come.
They ruin the neighborhood.
You know how they do
Until one day
No more time
No room to let.