Rosi Caswell

I look at myself in the mirror today,

And what do I see?

The ageing image of some person

I know to be me.

I see dark hair threaded

With long silver strands,

And the wrinkles and age spots

Over my hands.

My body appears to be heading one way.

Tell me, did all these things happen today?

Where have I been that I seemed not to see,

That the person I'm viewing

Has ever been me?

My spirit's the same,

And my will just as strong.

It's simply the physical

That lasts not as long.

The moral of the tale,

I relate at this time,

Is to know that our wholeness

Forever does climb.

It moves us and takes us

Through lifetime to life.

We are just who we are

In joy or in strife.

The body may alter

The mind never will.

Whilst we are moving,

We forever are still.

So I look in the mirror

With fresh sight today,

Knowing that which I see

Will be taken away.

But what it contains

Its secrets therein,

Will travel forever

Without and within.