07 janeiro, 2017

Changes

Hello, old acquaintace
Fancy seeing you here
We both went through change
So much of me has disappeared

Isn’t this strange?
I am not who you remember
(And you’re not a friend)
No, I now am different
I am a woman, old and frail.
Only memories of youth,
Memories of an intact mirror…
Yes, only they prevail.

Yes, turn your back
Forget you ever knew me and sneer
I break mirrors, I don’t recognise myself
Why should you?
See in the shards of glass
My naked skin shine
Let it, let it
This is me now.

They say “this too shall pass”
They don’t understand
Being old sticks with you.
It’s like Death: Crude and bold.


You don’t worry, but I am fine.

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