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by Carole Mathys

Wednesday, August 11, 2010
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it slips away
in subtle small pieces
silently leaving

and you never miss it

always assuming youth is everlasting

inexhaustibly your own private gift

as you spend it foolishly

always running on to the next

treasuring nothing

because you have time

to rethink and refine moments

 waking up one morning

wondering why your hands look old

as life holds up a mirror

reflecting time’s passage

etched upon your face

woven into your hair

reflecting choices made

and paths taken on a lark

on that day

illusions fade and dreams dim

dissolving around you

taking youth with it


Carole Mathys
August 2110


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Reviewed by Rafika Anderson (Reader) 12/12/2010
The frivolity of youth and inevitability of our capture by and awakening to youth are so ably portrayed in this piece. Good work, Carole.
Reviewed by Paul Judges 9/22/2010
Delightfully achieved poem, Carole
Reviewed by Tinka Boukes 9/13/2010
well penned...and the date tells its own story :)

Love Tinka
Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader) 9/11/2010
Hmm. Yes, I am starting to experience this now. The silent creep of mortality and lamenting of the passing years. But remember, in the words of Tennyson: " may rise on stepping-stones of their dead selves to higher things."
Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader) 9/6/2010
Wonderful writing sweet lady..always a pleasure to read you...stay safe and well..Hugss
Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green 9/4/2010

Among my faves are "woven into your hair" and "treasuring nothing."

Talk about getting close to home! I am having a hard time not being
suckered in by ads for expensive face concoctions that "firm and
erase," 'cet, 'cet, yata-ya. Need new glasses, but I'm stalling for fear of what I will see in the mirror. Call me shallow, but who doesn't want to look like the person inside? I am more than half child. Where do the wrinkles come from?;)

You are a jewel, Carole Mathys.

At any and every age!!

xOx Phyllis xOx
Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen 8/29/2010
always a pleasure to read you, carole.
sage words herein.
Reviewed by JMS Bell 8/28/2010
Reviewed by Johanna Fields 8/19/2010
Carole, I like your poem it's Good poetryHow are you?
Reviewed by Kate Burnside 8/18/2010
A powerful stock-take, Carole, that is so eloquent and elegant, too. I am both soothed and ruffled by such ponderings - as I am by looking in the mirror these days! - and you reflect with great accuracy both the sudden "alarm" and yet fascination provoked by the acknowledgement of the effects these prior choices have brought about in our lives. A steady hand, heart and mind writes here. Bless you, Kate xx
Reviewed by William Bonilla 8/15/2010
Thank You Carole
Once again I have the pleasure of reading your
wonderful thoughts, peace be with you

Reviewed by Gene Williamson 8/13/2010
You remind me, Carole, that I'm running out of choices...
but I love the way you say it:

as life holds up a mirror
reflecting time’s passage
etched upon your face...

Reviewed by jude forese 8/12/2010
very powerful and well written ... when dreams dim, youth is indeed gone ...
Reviewed by Annabel Sheila 8/12/2010
As absolute gem!!!!! This is fantastic poetry, Carole...I really must pass it along to some friends....well penned!!

Reviewed by Liana Margiva 8/12/2010
WONDERFUL POEM!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva
Reviewed by Amber Moonstone 8/11/2010
Oh my, such honesty and one poem that many of us can relate to..I am now always embracing every moment that I breathe, and living every one of them as if they could be my last..Lovely poetry!

Peace, love and light,
Reviewed by John Flanagan 8/11/2010
" subtle small pieces..." so right, Carole, and then the "waking up one morning" 'killer'... that moment of realisation, that great (and for some, awful) truth that confronts each and every one of us.
How well you say it!

Reviewed by George Carroll 8/11/2010
In your golden years you have time to reflect on the choices you have made and those that were not too wise.

Reviewed by Regis Auffray 8/11/2010
You express a universal and timeless theme in your verses here, Carole. Most meaningful and compelling. Thank you. Love and best wishes,

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader) 8/11/2010
I resemble that remark, Carole. I am who this poem was written about. I know you didn't write it about me, but it fits. I waster so much of my life and in doing so I hurt the people I loved. Truly loved. I just found, at the time, that standing upright as a man was not to be my forte, and I have paid for my errors in many sundry ways. It took me many, many years to forgive myself and to try and live out my remaining days without an aching heart. You have read my poems for a few years now, Carole, and i know you well understand where I am coming from. The poems were a sort of catharsis, but even so it took an inner struggle to "really" confront who I was and deal with it. I did that as late as last October. I can honestly say, although my sins against my children and their mothers are still there I can honestly say I am a happy man today. My demons are gone. Your poem touched me.
Reviewed by Mark Lichterman 8/11/2010
Oh, my, God, Carole, did you ever nail it with this poem! I'll be seventy-six later this month and still, looking in the mirror, I simply cannot believe that all the years of my youth and middle age are passed, and so many years of my older age are upon me. You really nailed it with those, oh, so true words.
Think young and stay well, my friend.
Reviewed by m j hollingshead 8/11/2010
Well done
Reviewed by E T Waldron 8/11/2010
Honesty in such a splendid poem that touches us all as we acknowledge the truth that's in the mirror !
Superbly done, Carole! etw
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart 8/11/2010
Truer words never spoken or penned into a finer poem.
Reviewed by Jon Willey 8/11/2010
If we have been given the gift of longevity, let us dance and sing songs of great joy. Youth, that fleeting time and place where we dwelt with disappointing brevity was but our mentor. We had the legs to go long distances in a short amount of time. Now in the eyes of age we have the easy chair to sit and watch time rapidly fly by. In youth our choices were limited only by our imagination and desire. In old age we have far less choices that our aging infrastructures are capable of supporting. A beautifully expressed perspective of, "Choices" Carole. May great joy love and peace be yours abundantly my dear friend. Jon Michael
Reviewed by Felix Perry 8/11/2010
Intense write Carole and one I cannot argue with for as I allow my beard to grow in white and long for my Santa gig at the mall, I see the story even if I don't always believe it. lol

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