Roadmap
I look into the mirror
And feel sad at what I see –
A wrinkled replica of
A more vibrant, younger me.
On certain days, it’s not so bad;
Perhaps the change is subtle?
But looking at a photo album,
There is the rebuttal.
For just a year or two ago,
I think I looked okay,
At least a whole lot better
Than how I appear today.
But hey – a face is like a map
That marks the paths we’ve chosen
And all the ruts and potholes, well,
They sure beat decomposin’!
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2015
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