We lock eyes each day that stranger in the mirror and I She smirks as I wince at the wrinkled reflection Who is that woman with strands of silver falling across aging eyes? She follows me as I walk swiftly down the path by the sea Silly thing, she struggles to keep up I bend and twist and reach … Continue reading Self Reflection
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Drink they said Offering the sweet spirits from the Fountain of Youth My refusal made clear as the ornate goblet crashed to the ground Wouldn’t trade shiny locks, long and luscious for my ever emerging streaks of gray Not for a moment would I take back these fine lines creeping across my face I welcome these new aches and… Continue reading Sweetest Wine
