In honesty I must admit
I’m slipping slowly past my prime.
I hadn’t noticed transformation
Happening to me over time.
Though my memory needed prodding,
When I forgot an old friend’s name,.
I told myself I hadn’t changed
And still looked very much the same.
But windexing my mirror in
A seizure of fanatic clean,
Took the forgiving film away,
The hidden changes to unscreen.
I can no longer tell myself
A candid picture of me lies.
I must accept as fact the face
I had refused to recognize..
In honesty I must admit
I'm slipping slowly past my prime.
I hadn't noticed lines and shadows
happening to me over time.
Though my memory needed prodding
when I forgot an old friends name,
I told myself I hadn't changed
and still looked very much the same.
But windexing my mirror in
a seizure of fanatic clean
took the forgiving film away,
the hidden changes to unscreen.
I can no loger tell myself
a candid picture of me lies.
I must accept as fact the face
I had refused to recognize.
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