Through these eyes nothing has changed
No passing of time, my youth has remained
All around me loved ones are maturing
Wrinkles emerge, wiseness reassuring
But in my mind I still feel like a child
Wanting to be reckless, wonderful and wild
Occasionally I glance towards my hands
Whose skin fits looser and demands
My attention to see the truth of the matter
That I too are growing old, something to shatter
The illusion that only a mirror can reflect
Fully the ageing process and every defect
Some say you are the age that you feel
To me this has a great deal of appeal
So today my heart still feels full of life
Forever too young to give up the fight.
- Author: The Retired Bloke ( Offline)
- Published: September 7th, 2018 04:51
- Comment from author about the poem: It’s a bit of a cliche but many people state that when they look through their eyes they still feel young. Certainly not the age that the counting of days would suggest! I am no different. This poem tries to explain this from my perspective.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 15
Comments1
So very true, in my mind I have always been thirty five, I actually double that early next month!
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