In front of my mirror, naked
A reflection of pictures on my wall
hanging there
staring at me, smiling at me.
I wonder about the days gone by
about the good times
about my family, friends
moving out and coming into my life.
I wonder how innocent I was
how adventurous I was
about all the activities and fun
I was part of, how it all disappeared.
In front of my mirror, naked
A reflection of my old self
my scars from the car accident
my crow’s feet, my wrinkles.
//By Steffi
A beautiful poem about reflection. With ageing, comes growth. 🙂 Nicely said. ❤
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Thank you for your feedback. I appreciate it and it helps motivate me ❤
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It’s my pleasure. 🙂
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