''Crazy Old Lady''
I wake early- even before the birds,
my nightgown is thread-bare, all a tatter;
when I try to talk, I just lose my words,
my mirror reveals a frumpy oldster.
Oh, that is not me- I am beautiful,
just a silly optical illusion;
this old mirror is quite unsuitable,
a figment of my imagination.
There is an old lady in front of me,
she is ancient, white-haired and crumbling;
wait, maybe that is me- wish I could see,
oh, she is back that sweet girl summoning.
Do come sweet girl- lets go for breakfast,
now where is my lipstick and pearl necklace?
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August 26, 2016
Poetry/Sonnet/"Crazy Old Lady
Copyright Protected, ID 16-823-455-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Which Of The Four
sponsor, Sara Kendrick
Theme - old age
Seventh Place
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