Not Yet
I seen myself at ninety.
My hair was completely white,
I didn't wear glasses anymore
and there was a soft blush to my cheeks.
I had been well cared for,
my shoulder length hair was curled
and there were no dark circles around my eyes,
even my lashes and eyebrows were white
and I was still thin.
I was sitting in a chair
just looking out..
I was alert.
I looked nice.
I've got to stop calling myself old...
because i'm not there
yet.
:)
Copyright © Catie Lindsey | Year Posted 2020
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