Reality Poem by Loyd C Taylor Sr
Reality
It was just a glance… then it turned into a stare,
For who was that aged creature standing there?
The eyes were full of red with rings like half quarters,
Thin lifeless hair, double chin, slumping shoulders.
Ancient, worn, weathered from living and days spent,
My skin crawled as up my back cold chills it sent.
I mused… “Who was this old person looking at me? ”
The reflection of one I had come to be.
Bravo! Very candid write ... to face reality as it come is the real thing that man faces in life! Getting old gracefully does not hurt! A 10.
Excellent poem with a nice surprising end! Anyway, I'm sure it is not as bad as THAT, Metusalem!
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A very startling discovery that happens a lot I'm sure. Well put! Best Wishes, Marilyn