GETTING OLDER?
I see my morning mirror*
Which tells me of my age*
I glance for just a moment*
For evidence of this phase*
I'm in the car driving*
And pull the mirror down as I sit*
I cannot help but pull the sides*
For my instant 'face lift'*
When I let go*
The lines scrunch back in place*
And I wonder to myself*
How fast time changed my face*
For in my heart I'm but a girl*
Still happy with lifes suprise*
I guess this is also how my mother feels*
And that's what I surmise*
So when I'm back at the mirror for nightly care*
I realize that the girl in me will always be under there.* LK
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mb FROM COLLAGE WITH CLAUDINE.
did you write this poem?
It sure getd to the heart of the aging process. I just dont feel in tune with the numbers anymore
either =)
Namaste,
MB
Yes, I wrote the poem. My sis and I have both written poetry since we were young but I think this is the first one I shared online.. It was "one of those weeks", where I saw a glimpse of my forhead and was like, botox anyone? Oh well, I vow to forgo that stuff and grow old naturally like my mommy. LK
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