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"From one LIGHT come many colors." ~GJ Dürrschmidt

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Man in the Mirror: A Reflective Poem on Aging




His hair was once golden blond,
- In his eyes it still is -
now others only see it as gray.

His eyes once bright baby blue,
- In his eyes they still are -
now their vision is fading away.

His skin once supple and tanned,
- In his eyes it still is -
now is thin and covered in spots.

His mind once sharp as a tack,
- In his eyes it still is -
has trouble connecting the dots.

His body once muscular and lean,
- In his eyes it still is –
has become arthritic and frail.

His legs that danced all night long,
- In his eyes they still can –
barely get him out to check the mail.

He once saw only himself reflected,
- In his eyes he still does -
but more often he now sees his dad.

His young spirit has never withered,
- Some things are eternal –
doing for others is the best fun he had.

~gj duerrschmidt


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