You once told me, ” that my beauty would all fade”
But now that I’ve seen the latest photo of you
Time hasn’t done much to me at all
But it’s made a real mess out of you!
Your hair seems to have gone further south
And with that… it’s even all white!
Boy, what the years have done to you my dear
To me it’s really a horrible sight!
Your chin now touches your shoulder blades
Your smile seems just the same.
I see your using your first name again
When at one time it made you ashamed.
Time has done…if only one thing for me
It has made me much better of.
For I’ve found true love…He’s the air I breathe
He is my Lord God above.
So my beauty has not faded my dear
It has become… more than one could ever dream.
But your look… I’m afraid to tell you
It isn’t anything… as I would have seemed.
By: Linda Winchell
Copyright: 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem