Life Lines
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.
Photo: Flickr.com
©DGA
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05/07/2010 at 6:21 am
Just beautiful!
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05/07/2010 at 6:44 am
Thanks, Cindy, and so true!
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05/07/2010 at 10:40 am
We only realise we have grown older when we see it in the mirror and then it is too late. Lovely poem Adee. HUGS and have a great week.
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05/07/2010 at 10:51 am
It creeps up on us, and then, wham bang, suddenly confronts us!
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05/07/2010 at 11:27 am
Adee..
My face is a map of my journey through life.
is a beautiful line…
and the poem is a beautiful reflection too
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05/07/2010 at 11:45 am
Thank you, Satyakam. 🙂
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05/07/2010 at 3:07 pm
Eeek… I’ve just caught up on your blog… (been a bit busy with this stupid soccer thing – sorry).
Now I know why you didn’t post for a while – apologies!!! I feel quite guilty for bugging you for a post… 😦
I don’t mind the map on my face because I fought long and hard for every single line that is showing. But why oh why does everything have to start sagging? I’m starting to develop jowls…. 😦 😦 😦 😦
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05/07/2010 at 3:20 pm
No, no, no I needed to post but then had no internet! Pleeze don’t mention ‘jowls’ to me!!!! or chinnnnns!!!! or turkey neck!!!! It is so nice to be back again. 😀
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06/07/2010 at 9:30 pm
Very happy to see you indeed!
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07/07/2010 at 4:29 am
Wondered if you’d recognise me in the mirror. 😀
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05/07/2010 at 9:25 pm
nice. we do change as we age and in many ways i think it is just another kinda beauty, not measured by the smooth tight skin or how well we suck into too small jeans…i think its the wisdom that shines.
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06/07/2010 at 7:22 am
You’re right and I agree, Brian. And, once again, I am still awed by your post yeaterday!
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05/07/2010 at 11:16 pm
Another good one.
Those lines are signs of character, and it is up to us whether we mold them into a mask of good humour or of petulant misery.
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06/07/2010 at 7:24 am
Yes, indeed, Col., you are absolutely right!
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