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in the mirror

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In the mirror’s soft light, a story unfolds,  
Crow’s feet like whispers, in laughter retold.  
Creases of wisdom etched deeper than skin,  
Each line a reminder of life’s journeys within.  

Liver spots dance like memories aglow,  
Moments of joy, heartaches, and woe.  
A tapestry woven from laughter and tears,  
A testament crafted across passing years.  

These marks of the past, they tell of a fight,  
Of love that was fierce, and dreams taking flight.  
In every wrinkle, a memory gleams,  
The beauty of life, woven in seams.  

So let time be a friend, as it shapes and it molds,  
For every sweet story in these lines unfolds.  
In the grace of each age, we find our own art,  
Life’s tender embrace, felt deep in each heart.  
 

 

 

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Red Brick Keshner

Sat 26th Oct 2024 13:55

Oh, I agree, totally… perhaps a cycle of say 20-25% of a century! 😀 thanks John (Coopey) 🌷

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John Coopey

Sat 26th Oct 2024 12:17

Beautiful, Red Brick. In sentiment, rhythm and structure. But I’d still swop it all to be 50 years younger! (Oh, the damage I could do!)

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