Oh My! I look in the mirror and what do I see? A little old woman looking at me! Now how did she get there.. how can it be? How could a young girl change so drastically? Where did the shine go that was in her hair? And look at those wrinkles, how did they get there? Where has the smile gone? Now that isn't fair! The blue eyes don't sparkle, they just sort of stare The skin doesn't fit right .. it's shifted around What used to look up now points down to the ground. Her straight back now slumps, her shoulders are round And her waist has put on more than one extra pound! It's strange .. I don't feel old ... at least not inside ... I still have my dreams, and my goals and my pride, This can't be true, can the mirror have lied? Guess I'd better not turn and look at... my backside!
©Sharon Langan 3/29/00
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