In the glass reflected so realistically?
Hair frizzy and frazzled this day,
Sadly showing the beginning of gray.
Eyes of hazel flashing youth,
Framed with a wrinkle or two, revealing truth.
Circles obvious against alabaster skin,
Well formed lips above the chin.
Shaped in a smile, they often hide,
The inside fears of aging outside.
Always hoping it will not show,
The less taut skin of the neck below.
Alabaster turning to aged pale,
Before too long I'll need a veil.
Is that the new old me I see,
Or just the lights playing tricks on me?
Written March 13, 1997