10-21-2015, 03:22 PM
Now and then, I see your face
in a memory, in a picture.
I wonder how it looks today
under the shade of age.
Once in a while,
since i don't think so much about you
anymore,
I believe time has done away
with its beauty;
That your eyes don't shine,
and your lips have thinned,
and your skin sags.
Other times
I imagine you dignified,
wearing the crown of experience---
gazing neither behind or ahead,
but staring squarely at the moment.
You watch as it passes,
taking with it another
fine detail of your sunken face...
Another detail,
like all those gone lost
somewhere in my mind.
in a memory, in a picture.
I wonder how it looks today
under the shade of age.
Once in a while,
since i don't think so much about you
anymore,
I believe time has done away
with its beauty;
That your eyes don't shine,
and your lips have thinned,
and your skin sags.
Other times
I imagine you dignified,
wearing the crown of experience---
gazing neither behind or ahead,
but staring squarely at the moment.
You watch as it passes,
taking with it another
fine detail of your sunken face...
Another detail,
like all those gone lost
somewhere in my mind.