Facing the Mirror

by nancilee wydra   Aug 18, 2013


When asked how old I am, no eyes widen to communicate
Wow you don't' look your age
It appears I have arrived squarely at the actual passage of time,
How sad it is to think that I will never hear
Until the end of my days ,"Gee you look good for your age"

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