I must confess I was
Quite unconscious of my looks
In my growing years to adulthood;
I was slim, fit and healthy which was fine as it stood.
I woke up one day to see
A stranger reflected back at me.
Who is that, I enquired of myself.
Is it possible – can it be – that old woman is me?
Shock set in and disbelief,
Years of pain have taken their toll,
Years of hardship with small relief,
My face is a map of my journey through life.
We see ourselves with different eyes,
Perhaps it’s not as bad as it seems –
Add some makeup and colour the hair,
Affirm your blessings, and live your dreams.