The face that returns my gaze in the mirror
Knows time. Knows pain. Knows
laughter. Knows life.
Hazel-hued eyes twinkle back, Brown
recalls loss of love and lonely times, Green
remembers growth and life anew.
Lines deepen, crows march toward a crown
follicles abandoned, hued ash to grey
reflect the embodiment of time.
Peering forth I glimpse a soul still
young, childlike, gay who only knows
to laugh, to love, to live.
Face-to-face with youth and middle-life,
a wink and grin remind me of the grace
in this moment of life.
So rue the passing days I do not for each
bears the trace that I was, that I am,
that I tried, thrived, lived.
Filled with the gentleness and fierceness
of love, my heart overflows, revealing
the fullness of my existence.
And so a new day not unlike each before
shines with promise, and the child within
laughs with glee at the thought.