Anyone
Mirrors are vicious things
like age they reflect back
what we don’t want to see
Where dark green eyes once
a soft almond shape sat
only droopy eyes look back at me
Luscious lips pink and smooth
corners lifted in a perpetual smile
now resemble the surface of the moon
The nose once a slender focal point
now sports large pores and appears
a bulbous accoutrement
Hair once brown and slightly wavy
is a fuzzy ball of curly gray
I wonder when it got this way
But deep inside I am still me
still a girl with the gentle eyes
auburn hair who could walk for miles
It’s sad to me that as we age
who we are inside
remains the same
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
I think it’s good that the inside stays the same. We think of ourselves as when we were in our prime.
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In a way, however it’s also very frustrating not to be able to do even the simplest things we could do when younger. ((hugs)) ❤️
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I know, but we are alive and still here.
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