Christopher Berry Poet Rhyme

These Lines That Mark My History

Mirror, Mirror upon this wall
Can’t you ignore or just forestall
These lines that mark my history
And make me feel so small

Among the people of this day
Who have not faced these hairs of gray
Or drooping skin once so taut;
The results of slow decay.

They have their beauty; I had mine.
But in your glass I see decline,
A face I do not recognize,
A crumbling old design.

I wish that you could lie to me
And show me what I want to see,
But you were built for truth alone,
Despite my bitter plea.

My youth has surely come and gone
Once so vibrant and now so drawn
And I am left to welcome it
And somehow carry on.

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Poet Destroyer A November 26, 2011 at 5:58 PM hi C.B., How are you? Your thoughts on youth are a bit deep... but, like you said at the end... and somehow.. carry on.. enjoyed your poem,..p.d. Christopher Berry November 27, 2011 at 8:40 PM I would like to think that many of my thoughts are deep, but for all we know I may just be dipping into the shallow end of things. I guess we'll see.