I Feel Invisible
I feel invisible and ignored
After I revealed my actual age.
Everyone sees right through me.
I haven't turned into a sage.
There was a time I could turn heads
When I walked down the street.
I pretended not to notice but
I truly thought that it was neat.
Then came that certain birthday
When the age flag was unfurled.
The fact I was growing older
Was revealed to the whole world.
My beautician and I decided
To not color my hair any more.
Suddenly my hair was snowy white
And not auburn as before.
I am not only invisible,
I am also mute it seems.
No one sees me or hears me.
I'm not on anyone's esteems.
My two daughters are having
An interesting conversation.
I try to add a lucid thought.
They ignore my explanation.
They're talking about their children
And nothing I have to say
Would have pertinence or interest
To clever children of today.
No one is cruel or unkind,
I rather wish they were,
At least I would know I was visible,
Which is something I would prefer.
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Copyright © Joyce Johnson