Who will you be
when I am old
And the life we lived
Has long gone cold?
My sense of you now
is strong and clear
But time runs fast
And, that, I fear.
Will I remember
What made you you?
Or will I have
Another view?
That last picture
Will fade and blur.
Can I still remember
Who you were?
I stand in time.
I’m now, I’m then.
I will be more.
You will be when.
When we were young
Will ever be.
Our atoms dispersed,
Are always free.
Purple Lady Poetry 
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