I took a step, he did too
I smiled at him, he smiled back
I clasped my hands, he did the same
A child was he, imitating me.
Ten years later, met again
Nineteen to a dozen was the chatter
Strode in chevalier style
Knowingly, I smiled.
Another decade, a young man stood
A cigarette dangling, the smell overpowering
Epithets choicest rolled off the tongue
Imitating now the worlds vain glory.