Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Getting Old



The mirror’s my enemy now                        

I can charm, and I can still dance

I have dreams too in abundance 

Like the hair that grows out my ears

Words they still come to me apace

And lines - they’re written on my face                    

But those now, they will never go                

The mirror is my enemy now.                                  

 

The mirror’s my enemy now                        

Slow, casual and so assured                                  

I must be in case I am floored                                 

False confidence and smiling too                                      

As I don’t know what else to do                              

I used to know each turn of phase                                           

But now they leave me in a daze                

The mirror’s my enemy now

12 comments:

  1. You discourage me Robin. I'm old enough to see the signs of what my mirror will one day show, and I want to hear that one becomes too wise, too tuned-in to the things that really matter to have any use for vanity.

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  2. Is the hair in the ear a guy thing?

    I HATE the mirror and avoid it at all costs. I don't FEEL any older, so as long as I can avoid the mirror, I will still think I am young!

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  3. Good poem, O.E. The hair that grows in the ears can be a problem as well as the eyebrows growing long bushy type hairs.

    I trim my eyebrows as I can see them in the mirror. I also use the electric trimmer on my ear hairs until by barber lady can cut them better along with my haircuts.

    My mirrow and I have a truce of sorts. It tells me about problems that I can fix and I keep it clean and in a nice place.

    Right now the mirror is showing me a red eye, a bandaged nose and swollen face. I had some carsinomas removed, the one on my nose had deep roots.
    ..

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  4. This was a great write... I relate to it too well. I stare at that old frumpy woman in the mirror and wonder what became of that 20 something young woman, I still remember inside. It all goes too fast, and I still believe we should all get to choose a new body at 50, wouldn't that be grand?! :-) Thanks for the great contribution to TST!

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  5. So were you looking over my shoulder?? Goodness I look in the mirror nowadays and wonder "who is that old gal?" And the creaks and groans and aches? In my mind and heart I am so not that person but I guess it is better than the alternative as they say!!

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  6. great poem Robin. When I look in the mirror I realize those lines are signs of laughter. The graying hair signs of wisdom, the deep bags under my eyes too little sleep from too much living!

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  7. Wow, this is a tough week to hop around. I get what you mean though. I have certain had a few of those days lately.

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  8. I look in the mirror and wonder who is in my house? I echo the thoughts of others...Truly enjoyed the read!

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  9. Never drink from the bottom half of the glass and never dote on the bottom half of the mirror.

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  10. Just think to yourself 'My God! There's a lot of experience in that face, and I was there at the time.'
    My problem is creaky knees. I couldn't even play wicket-keeper now, let alone bowl; and as for batting - forget it, but then, I always had to!

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  11. Oh no, Old Egg! This made me really sad ;-(

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  12. It can not be a complete enemy; I imagine you seeing wisdom and honesty. I wonder if there is a sense of freedom with not having to "know each turn of phase".

    I know you also see light and charm.

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