Sisters in Crime

Take a walk in the park
Just before it gets dark

You see those two old ladies sitting over there
The ones with graying brown and red hair

They still could talk for hours without a break
They still watch out for each other’s sake

And they’re talking about thirty, forty years ago
When life was anything but calm and slow

Sharing photo albums that they made
So through the senior moments their fun wouldn’t fade

Those girls in that photograph
You can just tell they’re trying not to laugh

They look so self-conscious and one has bangs so thick
The other has a tutu and a bun that looks gelled and slick

Turn the pages and pass the months and years
Pass through unseen grins and tears

You’re flipping through time gone but not eradicated
You’re seeing it here in these things now yellowed and dated

Here’s a letter from one to another, “Hey,
I miss you more every day,

I’m dancing my dream here at Juilliard
And every moment it gets more hard.”

There’s a picture and those girls are in the same pose
Their friendship still glows

But this is the brunette’s dream now printed on a certification
And it’s stating her dedication

Another flip of the page
And you can see they’re showing their age

The redhead is in an office…could it be a high-rise
Look at the pen behind her ear, and her smile’s size

Their aspirations changed and grew
Although one thing remained true

They still sit and talk and laugh and cry
And mumble about how decades fly

Yellowed, dog-eared, creased and bent
Conversation is not yet spent

By now the moon is out and shining overhead
“I’m tired!” Yawns the redhead

Comrades, supporters, sisters in crime
Side by side through the eras of time

Leaving behind only the scent of perfume
Their friendship still obviously in bloom