Picking an anthology of poems
I read with interest as the
notes comprising of references
add charm to the memories
pump in joy and happiness,
Tucked in between the pages,
I see a photograph of a young
girl in her teens, smiling bright
eyes emitting joy, fair and slender
she appears an epitome
of youth.
Tossing the photo over and over
I look at myself, survey from top to toe
a silver haired woman, eyes
expressing fatigue, still fair but rounded
gaunt, haggard, cheeks drooping.
an in between old and middle.
Placing the book back,
I relook the photograph,
detecting a similarity. the smile
running through the curved
thin lips.
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