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Lying Mirrors

I hate these lying mirrors, saying I am older than I feel. And, why can’t I find a bathroom scale that can give me an answer that is real? I avoid all Kodak moments; the images steal my soul. And, why is growing hair on top of my head such an improbable goal? Why do I keep getting letters from the A.A.R.P? And why are things I witnessed myself now being taught in high school history? They say it beats the alternative; this process of growing older – But I want God to keep me young and that is exactly what I told her!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 8/27/2013 9:57:00 PM
GREAT PIECE TRULY LOVED IT I THINK THERE ARE SOME HAPPINESS THAT CAN BE EXPERIENCED ONLY AFTER A CERTAIN AGE TAKE CARE ~v~
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Date: 8/27/2013 8:56:00 PM
This is a really nice poem. Being old has it's moments doesn't it? I just turned 50 about 3 weeks ago (though I don't look it I'm told all the time). But you really expressed yourself beautifully with this poem. Great job!! Karla~
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