I walk into a crowded room,
not knowing what to expect.
I don'tknow what she'll be like,
yet I know which one she is;
we look somuch alike.

I walk over to her,
she looks up nervously
fromher magazine,
she looks at me
and starts to cry,
I don't knowwhat to do
so I cry too.

I know my time is short,
so I say,all teary-eyed,
"Thank you for all you did."
She just nodsher head,
"I want to be just like you;
so wise to know
just what to do."

She softly blows her nose,
then looks upat me and says,
"I was not that wise, you know,
for youwouldn't be here
if I was."

I nod inunderstanding,
"But you knew just what to do,
look at menow."

"Yes, but that was not me
who made thatdecision;
God helped me pick your future."
She hesitates, thengoes on,
"Don't worry,
you will become wiser
withtime;
the wisest of all people,
have made the mostmistakes."

We talk some more,
about unimportant stuff.
Ilook at my watch,
and see my time
is almost up.

I look ather,
she looks at me;
I'm looking in a mirror
twenty years fromnow.

I get up to leave,
for my time has run out,
she grabsmy arm gently,
And says, "You're wiser;
you didn't have to dowhat
I did to get there, either."
I look at her,
allteary-eyed and nod.
"And I know you wanted to know,
Iwouldn't ever want to change the past;
mistakes were made,
buteverything turned out okay."

I smile,
She smiles.
Then Iturn away,
to go out into the world,
knowing for once,
all I