it's a long time
since I looked into the mirror
the fear is gone
the white hairs spreading
all the rest recognizable since then
when I was looking for the answers
in other peoples eyes
in the mirrors
I passed on my way
still trying and still learning
I've deided to go slower
than my patience does allow me
standing still, the sirens screaming
waiting for them to go silent once again
wondering if it will always be a fight
I slowed down to almost still
yet time is moving forward
my face slightly older
than my soul
3 comments:
Good to see you again Betty I will think on my response because I am slower in my soul than my face.
if you see the answers you seek n your own eyes then it matters little what you see in the eyes of others.
No matter our perception of it time will ever move at its own pace honey. so why fret over a wrinkle or a wisp of gray? Those are the things that simply are the character of the soul within being brought to the fore.
oh yes Mark! learned to not look further than into myself
and when it comes to grey and wrinkles I love them dearly, the silver medals of my life, the tracks left of my walks and thoughts
what surprises me more is how so little else changes in a lifetime
just adding more peace
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