Reflective Lines
memoirs of time i trace
its fine lines etch
tribulations found
in scorns upon my face
these hands of time
move without sound
yet in the hush
lts voice will chime
i see me with age
my tones less blush
when i turn around
to a mirror's sage
as i give my eyes a blink
my heart begins to sink
when i stop and think
death could be on the brink
02/29/2020
judged 3/02/2020
Lines to awaken your muse contest
Na Rerun contest 8
Sponsored by John Hamilton
The carcass of beauty spent and done - William Shakespere was the choice for my inspiration
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2020
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