THE MIRROR
I LOOKED INTO THE MIRROR
BUT DO NOT KNOW WHO I SEE,
THERE WAS A STRANGE REFLECTION,
STARING BACK AT ME...
IS THIS REALLY WHO I AM,
WITH THE WRINKLES AND THE LINES,
EYES THAT ARE FAILING,
A FACE THAT SHOWS ALL TIME...
THE SKIN I SEE ISN'T YOUTHFUL,
THE CREAMINESS HAS GONE,
THE HAIR IS SOMEWHAT THINNING,
THE BODY IS ALL WRONG...
WHERE DID THAT YOUNG GIRL GO,
THE ONE I KNEW FOR YEARS,
THE ONE WITH SO MUCH VITALITY,
THE ONE WHO HAD NO FEARS...
MAYBE IT WENT INTO HIDING,
AWAITING A BETTER DAY,
WHERE THE OUTSIDE DOESN'T MATTER,
AND ONLY THE HEART IS SEEN...
WAITING FOR THE TIME,
WHEN THE WORLD IS A BETTER PLACE,
WHERE ALL ARE THE SAME,
SHOWING ONLY LOVE AND GRACE...
OR MAYBE IT IS STILL HERE,
COVERED BY ALL THIS,
IT LIVES SOMEWHERE IN MY MEMORY,
WHERE THERE IS ONLY BLISS...
IT REMEMBERS THE TIME OF HAPPINESS,
WHEN ALL LIFE WAS SO CAREFREE,
MEMORIES OF JUMPING ROPE,
AND FROLICKING WITH GLEE...
IT HAS RETURNED TO MY CHILDHOOD,
IT IS VERY SAFE IN THERE,
THINGS WERE SO MUCH SIMPLER,
AND LIFE WAS EASIER TO BARE...
THERE WERE NO WORRIES OR WOOS,
DAYS WERE SO CAREFREE,
MY SKIN WAS LIKE A SUPPLE ROSE,
MY HEARING KEEN AS CAN BE...
MY BACK WAS STRAIGHT AND STRONG,
WALKING WAS EFFORTLESS,
DAILY CHORES WERE ALL MY TOYS,
AND WHICH ONE I PLAYED WITH BEST...
THE YEARS HAVE TAKEN THIER TOLL,
AND I NO LONGER APPEAR TO ME,
TO BE THE A THING OF BEAUTY,
AT LEAST ON THE OUTSIDE YOU SEE...
THEY SAY THAT BEAUTY IS ONLY SKIN DEEP,
A CLICHE' I MUST CONFESS,
I WOULD LOVE TO HAVE YOUTH BACK AGAIN,
I APPEAR TO BE SUCH A MESS...
BUT TO NOT HAVE ALL THE EXPERIENCES,
THAT AGE HAS GIFTED ME,
I WOULD NOT TRADE IT FOR THE YOUTH,
AND MISS WHO I WAS TO BE...
I HAVE GAINED KNOWLEDGE,
INTEGREDY AND TRUST,
EXPERIENCE IN LIFE,
ALL THESE THINGS A MUST...
THE SKIN IS SLIGHTLY WRINKLED,
AND THE BODY NOT SO STRONG,
I LIVE WITH A LITTLE DAILY PAIN,
AND THE DAYS SEEM A LITTLE LONG...
I WOULDN'T CHANGE A THING,
EVEN WITH ALL THE CREASES AND LINES,
FOR ALL THE LOVE IN THE WORLD,
IS DEVELOPED WITH AGE AND TIME.
THESE THINGS CAN NOT BE GOTTEN,
WHEN EXPERIENCE OF LIFE ISN'T MET,
YOUTH HAS IT'S GOOD POINTS,
BUT OLD AGE IS THE BEST.
BY: JOYCE MOUNTAIN LION KOZIC
JULY 27, 2000
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