Why is it that on photographs
My friends all seem much thinner,
While I appear as if
I ate an elephant for dinner?
My clothing says I’m not too bad,
And, with elastication,
There’s still a bit of growing room
To suit my generation.
Why is it that the years
Have been much kinder to their faces,
While I seem full of blurry bits
And wrinkles in odd places?
The mirror doesn’t paint me
Looking older than creation!
Or is that wishful thinking?
And a good imagination?
But does it really matter
If the laughter leaves its trace?
Or if with age our figures
Have relaxed to suit our pace?
I look into your eyes and read
The child, the youth, the age,
And understand the beauty
That is written on each page.
For what the camera cannot see
And where the mirror lies,
Is when it fails to see
The living soul within the eyes.
And when they look out soul to soul
At them, or me or you
The eyes of love see beauty..
And the eyes of love see true.
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True and beautiful Sue, my dad always said the eyes are the windows of the soul 💜💜
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<3<3
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Love this, Sue 💜
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Thanks, Ritu ❤
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Hey it’s just wrapping paper and bubble wrap because what’s inside is so precious. Beautifully expressed
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Thank you, Geoff.
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I haven’t met a mirror yet that doesn’t have attitude, so I avoid them like the plague!
Our eyes see the beauty in everything, so we don’t need them anyway!
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I would rather see the world than me any day 🙂
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Me too!
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Reblogged this on Anita Dawes & Jaye Marie ~ Authors.
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Thank you, ladies.
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It is a privilege to grow old and the lines indicate a life lived.
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I agree, Sadje… a real privilege.
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I love your poem, Sue. It’s true about not growing old inside. My head often says, ‘That looks a fun thing to do’, but my body replies ‘Don’t be stupid. You’d never manage it.’
Still, we’ve all got our memories of when we could do things like climb trees, run a mile, touch our toes… . They have to suffice.
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I can still do two out of three of those 😉
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Well done!
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🙂
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A perfect poem!
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Thanks, Darlene.
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Beautiful, Sue.
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Thank you, Diana.
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what a beautiful poem, Sue. Cheers to getting older…
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I’ll drink to that, Jim 😉
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Truly! ❤
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A friend is always beautiful. (K)
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Always…
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Wonderful, Sue!
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Thanks, Jennie.
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You’re welcome, Sue.
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