Stephanie Daniels

Rookie - 155 Points (13 December 1982 / Cape Town)

Twenty Three - Poem by Stephanie Daniels

The musty smell of twenty three years
Now stares me in the mirror.
Alone without fear
Knowing that the end is near.

Who's to say that older is wiser?
When here I am; foolish
Doing what I shouldn't
Other's thinking I wouldn't

Bring me the breaking day
Of the day I should leave
And happier still I wouldn't be
Why are the good things sometimes so hard to see?

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 22, 2013

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