By Frances Bryce, July 27, 2019 —
I looked in the mirror,
Behold, I did see
A much older person
Staring back at me.Who is standing in my space
Blocking my best view?
I wish she would move
Then, I too could see too.Someone with lots of wrinkles
Must have entered through the door
Face so very familiar
My best dress, she wore.I faced the mirror again
Cautious as could be
It’s useless now to deny
That person standing there is me.Days flew and the months rush by
The years take their toll
You may not see it
Beauty lives inside
Whether you’re young or old.