Image in the Mirror- Mine

I can't imagine
How it will feel
In eighty years,
When at the time,
I look in the mirror
And see a stranger.
Her face is wrinkled;
Her body is frail,
Easily broken.
Her mouth curves up
in a persistent smile.
And her eyes are so alive.
Yet so hauntingly familiar.
Which is when I slowly realize
They're mine.

Author's Note

Thank you for reading. Please do review :) I don't own the picture.

Reviews

[Chris]

The only imperfections most see are the ones they're "looking" for.

[Renée]

it is a slow change and a natural one... so I bet you look and go...wow what ride !
Great thoughts thank you for sharing !

[UadaUnum]

I really like the idea that we all do eventually grow old, and we should get used to it and embrace life. This is a very good poem, and I enjoyed reading it!

[Gina]

Nice!

[Corset]

Aging is just the scariest thing, at least we don't have to go it alone, everyone grows old but the heart remains young, lovely, lively.

[Sugar Plum ♥]

so nice! I always liked the poems about self-reflection and mirror. It makes me think about the time..and the future, but I escape from it quickly :)

[Hachamecha]

I love it
funny how beauty fades
yet the eyes stay true, however murky

[J. R.]

So much meaning and emotion packed into so little text. Love it.

[the in between]

The beauty of aging. The imagery of the old women was well thought out. Thanks for sharing this was delightful. :)

[Jazique]

Wow don't we all feel like sometime and it just creeps up on as oh dear were old and wow I worried a lot in my years. Anyways well done on a short centered poem on our later years or could be present.