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Poetry and Biography: poets and their lives |
The mirror of truth, showed more than my reflection today
But the reality
How much slower I walk. Sometimes with a cane
How my eyesight and memory
It showed my aging hands and face
Yes the mirror of truth showed many things
Lynda, the love of my life
It spoke the reflections of time. Not just the hairs of grey,
of how old I came to be.
to ease the aches of pain.
are failing me.
How I’m growing old with dignity and grace.
Letting me not forget all my aging.
keeps me young at heart.
I’d be lost without my wife.