What I Swore I'D Never See
Lately, when I look in a mirror
I see what I swore I'd never see.
For there's an image of my father
shamelessly staring right back at me.
There is his fat belly I hated,
hanging profusely over my belt.
And those droopy bags under his eyes
now sag under mine as the years melt.
I see the scars time etched on his face
with every wart and worry wrinkle.
And I see his empty hollow eyes
that, over time, had lost their twinkle.
I can see his face and balding head,
where age had thinned out much of his hair.
And with his crinkled cheeks and false teeth,
I swear it's him, not me standing there.
Yet, I've grown fond of this timeworn look,
for I know how each blemish was earned.
But, finding my father looked like me,
was the most humbling lesson learned.
(Quatrain)
2/12/2016
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2016
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