Passage of Time
Grey hair marks the passage of time
as each day another magically appears.
Reminds me that I grow older still
without feeling as though I have.
I avoid the mirror; it keeps no secrets.
Besides, I see myself as I was.
as each day another magically appears.
Reminds me that I grow older still
without feeling as though I have.
I avoid the mirror; it keeps no secrets.
Besides, I see myself as I was.
posted by Vickie at 12:21 PM
2 Comments:
lord! I wrote one on the same subject today - aging. Wonder if it was because it's my birthday? ;)
Yeah, I think it was your birthday that precipitated this. I would have much preferred an upbeat poem for your birthday, but, sometimes we don't control the ink.
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