Red's entry for #4
Whose eyes are these that look back at me?
They are not the eyes of yesterday
Whose face is that, it is not mine?
Lines that were not there only days ago
Whose body is this that will not move?
Gone the nimble grace that was once me
What is this reflection that presents for all to see?
It hides the beauty that still resides inside of me
How cruel is time, how blind are we
That it is the exterior we choice only to see.
Posted by Red