Attendees in waiting
capture my watchful gaze
carefully turned-out ladies
coiffed with silver-haired curls
elegant ones sit mixed
among animated others
I survey the usual crowd
certain that I will glimpse
one of my mother's friends
surely Claudia or Dootsie
none return my searching smile
instead regard me not at all
daunted in spirit, I realize
I'm just another of their number
pretty nearly three score and ten
I do not yet accept my aging
quickly I depart this lounge
with springier step in my gait.
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