I looked at myself today Discovered I was old As my mother stared back at me I'm just not as cold No longer the devil-may-dare kid No longer the rebel on a skid No longer Zorrow with a cape No longer the shapely shape Distress saddened my thoughts That lingered in the oughts When I realized life has promise In the time God gives us.
I can relate. I surprise myself so many times realizing time has gone by. I never think myself as "older." Denial much? Nicely expressed, Liz. Love and best wishes,
Boy, I remember the day I saw my Mom in me. It was truly depressing until I remembered that I have many of her wonderful qualities. It isn't so bad getting old afterall.
We all age Elizabeth but I refuse to get old, for I believe we are only as old as we chose to be. We have five children and nine grandchildren, I have a birthday coming up in a few weeks and I will be just another year older in years, Thanks for the great write that made me think.
You expressed this so well, Elizabeth. It is scary, the first time you look in the mirror and really see your age. I love the note of hope at the end, and remember, not older...BETTER!
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on November 4, 2007
I never have really worried about getting old. Now that I am, hell, I just go with the flow . . . No sense beating yourself up about something there is nothing you can do about it . . .
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Kathy
There are days where we see one side of reality and others where other aspects are revealed that prove that life is multifaceted experience.
Aging is also a form of accomplishment, a graceful smile to the rest of the world and tons of wonderful knowledge to be shared.
Warmest best,
Axilea
Check out my "Images" which I wrote over 20 years ago.
Newfie Hugs, Rose