Fingerprints of Time
Life has left fingerprints on my skin and spirit,
and deep in my soul I bear the scars of time;
memory, delicate and brittle has cracked with old age,
I am frail and feeble, and my days are fragile threads.
It was not always so, once I was so beautiful,
and I have the tarnished photographs of then;
I look at that girl with skin like milk who was beloved,
where did she go and who is this old woman reflected.
Yes, a girl who loved a nature walk in all seasons,
trees reflected in the lakes and rivers and streams;
once I had a true love, and now I have forgotten his name,
my mind is like an abandoned building with cobwebs.
But, in moments so sweet I recall a word,
I see a reflection of the past bright and clear;
then, it is gone, gone and I am left with a falling tear,
all the beauty has faded, I no longer even try to hold it.
Best I keep the fingerprints of my life to me,
who wants to hear the stories of an old lady;
oh, I have lived a fathomless life but I forgot the details,
so here I am, fragile as glass and just a bit tarnished.
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March 28, 2018
Poetry/Verse/Fingerprints of Time
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1007-721-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Tarnished Reflections
sponsor, John Lawless
First Place
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