My Seventy-One-Year-Old-Self In The Mirror Poem by Glen Kappy
My Seventy-One-Year-Old-Self In The Mirror
You'd guess I looked much younger
until you saw my back—
my spine a line of knuckles
and skin that's hanging slack.
Illusions that we cling to
are little less than lies—
the ones that I had harbored
now shipwrecked by my eyes.
I can so well relate to the observation you have made here! We might look young from certain angles and we entertain the illusion that we are young. But a close look in the mirror will expose the stark shocking reality of our self... the sagging flesh, the wrinkled skin, the knuckled spine all proclaim aloud our real age! Greatly enjoyed this humorous sketch!
hey, valsa! glad you enjoyed it. oy! aging! my father used to say, only the good die young. though we live on in these aging " tents, " maybe we remain young at heart. thank you for your comment. -glen
illusion there in the ship of age, living hope lives in spinal power face time in mirror reflecting seventy one still working happily snatches none......
mahtab, thanks for reading and commenting. stay safe and well in this time of covid. -glen
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5/6/2024 2:34:48 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A very honest look at yourself, even self critical. In my seventies myself, I know we can do nothing about age. I avoid looking in the mirror except to shave, and avoid photos of myself. A poem that made me think.