Age is a state of mind, so I’m told. I feel like I'm anything from thirty-something to been-around-forever. Mostly, I don't think about my age until my body doesn't work the way it used to or some young thing looks at me blankly when I mention something that, to me, happened only yesterday.
My mind says I’m a smooth-skinned, long-legged babe
Turning heads when stars align.
Vibrant, fun and full of life.
Sometimes silly, giddy, weird.
Blank stares tell me otherwise.
Invisible to all except fellow invisibles
And those who love me now or
Knew me when-then.
Amazing how well grey hair
Works as an invisibility cloak.
Coffee and sketching in Shrewsbury
4 weeks ago
1 comment:
Once again you echoed my thoughts and then wrote them better than I would have. Thanks! :-)
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