Age's Reflection
By walkersway
I stand looking in the mirror reflecting on my life In my eye I see a faint glow where once a fire burned. I brush my thinning white hair remembering jet-black locks. My arthritic hand begins to ache. Movement is an effort. Where once I flowed like a river, now I trickle like a dewdrop. first quickly hoping to grow then slowing hoping to enjoy then stopping hoping to live My skin pales and creeps in on itself my breath is loud and forced I exhale life's stale cold meaning and the mirror begins to fogI used to worry abotu getting older. Now I'm loving what life has to offer. Written April 9th, 2002 © on Apr 09 2002 03:44 AM PST 0 • 1
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"I stand looking in the mirror..."