To thine self be true.
But who is it you are and how can you be true to a moving target?
Wonderful poem, Anna, the title is perfectly attuned to the poem. Somehow I think you are more attuned to yourself in each of your phases.

Anna
You bring such passion to every poem you pen.This one is no exception. The moving of the clock and time goes marching on. Before you know it you look in that mirror and see a person looking back at you that you don't know.except that you find yourself alone. With to much time to think of the past. How you wish you could change things that you can't. Knowing soon your time will soon be over.
Excellent job on this.
Love Cindy

Its a journey we all take and there is so much pain, anger, sorrow as well as hate. These are life's lessons and sometimes we wish we could have done or not done certain things. The title fits well with the poem..a touching write.

Its a journey we all take and there is so much pain, anger, sorrow as well as hate. These are life's lessons and sometimes we wish we could have done or not done certain things. The title fits well with the poem..a touching write.