Aging, I look in the mirror.
There I see my future
etched in lines that
my fingertips struggle to accept.
When I first traced them, eyes closed,
I knew the time was near
when I would avoid mirrors.
Instead,
I shall depend
on reading my reflection in my lover's eyes,
hearing my reflection
on my lover's tongue.
And my beauty then
will be legendary.
Janice Windle
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/growing-pains-age-shall-not/
