Up And Then Down. Poem by Sylvia Matzek

Oh, they care.
They reflect joyfully or sorrowfully.
They are shimmery or dull.
Oh, I would care.
But I have reflected joyfully and sorrowfully.
I have shimmered,
I have been dull.
Love me.
Think I am beautiful.
Hate me.
Think I am Grey.
No matter how I am now.
No matter how you see me now,
Things will be different.
Things will be complete.
Everything will drag,
Everything will sag
And then we will know.