The snap of skin, once taut and quick
Has turned to sludge, all slow and thick.
The mirrored face a stranger now,
With wrinkly eyes and furrowed brow.
A silent map of histories past,
Of lovers gone, of goals surpassed.
How ever did I end up here,
I never thought I’d disappear.
Behind this middle aged facade
The ticking clock, a firing squad,
Shooting minutes, killing time.
Mocking what’s left of my prime.
Suppose, that when you look at me
you see the girl I used to be.
Who still looks out from eager eyes,
In hopes to lure and hypnotize.
Suppose, suppose her blushing cheek
Reveals the words she dare not speak.
But passing years can have their grace
With proof that life's not in the race.
Grandchildren each their own romance
Redemption in a second chance.
Self knowledge, letting go of fear,
Both worth the strain to persevere.
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Quote of the day: The rain fell straight down, pulled to the earth by its own weight. L.R. Wright "Love in the Temperate Zone"Chosen because it was a unique way to describe rain. I've seen rain like this.
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