However, if you don't look into it you won't even know!
THE MIRROR NEVER LIES
We do not realise the speed of time.
It passes between fingers like sand
trickling almost unnoticably away.
Some of it settles where we stand
but quite a bit is blown far away
carrying memories along with it.
In my head I am of indeterminate age
and I have the audacity to refer
to others as being elderly, as if
I myself am but a ripe youngster -
except when I look in the mirror
and then it is all brought back
with every line and wrinkle new,
with every podgy bit of fat,
that I am truly not 'all that'.
Rather, I am myself quite aged
and I do not appreciate the view.
© griffonner 2023
Poetry by Griffonner
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Written on 2023-04-25 at 13:09
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