The Old Woman
Category: /General/What happened to my youth, my yesterday?
All the time I had to play. Where did my dreams go?
Life's demands have taken their toll.
Looking in the mirror my age lines never cease,
without warning their numbers increase. Who will
still love me still hold me dear? Reaching middle
age becoming aware of this inner growing fear.
Reflecting on my fate, an old woman passes me by
singing a song,"Oh, my days have been many and my
lovers plenty". In disbelief,thinking she must be
I turned and found her waiting for our eyes to
meet. She gestured me to take a seat, saying "I
see my old self in you, that certain sadness so
difficult to defeat.
We cannot change life's course, what we think and
feel today, indeed, we experience tomorrow. one
should not fear nor in it wallow,having little
time left to borrow."
As though touched by grace, finally, my inner
beauty I could embrace Many years later, walking
along singing my song, a younger woman passes me by....
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