Once Young, Now Old Poem by Whispering Rose
Once Young, Now Old
I face myself in the mirror
Trying to escape the horror
That caused my hair to be grey
Was it the sorrows of every night and every day?
Or the burden of things I couldn’t say
I face myself in the mirror
Trying to escape the horror
That caused, in my eyes, that hidden tear
Was it the unachieved goals hunted by fear
Or the secrets I was left to seal
I face myself in the mirror
Trying to escape the horror
That left me with ruins of a smile
And prevented me from climbing any higher
I face myself in the mirror
Trying to escape the horror
Of the ghost I see
Empty
Not willing to breath anymore
There’s nothing to live for
I face myself in the mirror Trying to escape the horror That left me with ruins of a smile And prevented me from climbing any higher wise words.. and indeed it's an horror to find one's 'hair to be grey' without acheaving what was expected 'once young'.
That was fantastic. Very beautifully and skilfully written. Actually our guilty conscious makes us think certain things. It's our destiny as well as our own shortcomings (they are, too, driven by our destiny) make us realize our losses when the damage is done. Very poignant write indeed. If time permits, please read my poem 'My ultimate companion.' Take care Akmal
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 2:09:21 AM # 1.0.0.1119
thank you for having commented on my poems sister...yours are very lovely, good luck and wish me the same... contact me, it would be nice to have friends in one's own country... bye*