Candid Mirror
I saw a child
Playing in the mud
Red hair
Glistening in the sun
Twinkling eyes,
Reverberating the sea.
Hands clutched the dark soil
And out came a dimpled smile,
Enthralling me.
As I looked on
She metamorphosed in an old hag
Kneading the muck
White hair
Shimmering in the sun
Jaded eyes, Emulating life
Hands fumbled for the pebbles
Emerged a shriveled grin of toothless gums.
Horrifying me.
I stepped backwards
Smarting in pain
And broke the Candid mirror on the wall.
posted by CoolMood at 12:30 PM
1 Comments:
the 7 ages of man...
As Billy boy once said - all the world's a stage.
But why the paradigm shift in so drastic a manner that a bubbling child fades to the aged hag without the resplendence of youth.
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