in the store window,
the reflection, of course,
is not you,
it's an imaginary
glimpse
of light and form,
not you
at all, for you are still
young,
bright and strong,
and it's not your age
that others
hold the door, no,
it's politeness,
kindness if you may,
the reason that
the boy
or girl helps you
across the road.
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