Growing Old
I can’t fathom how these can be ,
Suddenly one grows old,
Contact lens she uses to see,
Hair is no longer gold.
She used to walk on the beach sand
in summer afternoon,
Watching kids play with choir band,
Before sighting the moon.
Her smile --pretty and attractive,
Sends love vibes through men’s hearts,
Now sag cheeks ,very conducive!,
Teeth broken into parts.
During her time ,she likes to sing
to console many souls ,
but now voice travels like a swing
with deep filtering holes .
I know her well ;being part of me,
Soon I will grow like her ,
--though if my hair touches the knee ,
It will still change like hers .
Wrinkles on face ,sags on the eye ,
Body no more agile,
Unable to raise the legs high,
As bones are now fragile .
I can’t fathom how these can be ,
Suddenly one grows old,
Contact lens she uses to see,
Hair is no longer gold…
DATE:8-21-2016
CONTEST:"Which of the four would you choose" by Sara Kendrick .
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