Do you ask the same question Mark asks in his “POEM: WHERE DID TIME GO”
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A slightly different version published inVirtual Library.
I walk down the street
looking at my reflection
in each car window.
I see a wrinkled face,
a bent-over body
and wonder if that’s
really me.
It was just a few short years ago
I walked on the same block,
looked in similar car windows
and saw a young girl in shorts
with long flowing hair
and a bounce in her gait.
The Reluctant Poet 
I’m sure each of us could answer from our own words, thoughts and flashes of memories. I’m sure when that woman looked at herself she answered her own question—marriage, raising children, working at a department store, on and on. She might have also asked What was it that I didn’t get a chance to do?
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