By Carole Nichols
Daylight dims to greet the night,
Dusk begins it's haunting song.
Bed beckons rest to weary bones,
And one more day of life is gone.
The mirror cannot tell a lie;
Showing what life on you has wrought.
Vanity's tricks cannot conceal
Nips and tucks that have been bought
The young at heart sadly sigh,
At the age in hair and on skin.
Living extremes to complete dreams,
Grousing at aches, yet, do it again.
That 'title' says it all.
ReplyDeletePretty much sums it up.
...nice though, taking the time to read it.
ReplyDeleteEver read Don Quixote?
I tried at least.
Oh, by the way, I'm definitely 'touched.'
ReplyDeleteBack in 'my day' 'they said' 'that' about 'me.'
Or, maybe, probably, I just imagined that.
Anyway, "Touched" meant that you were mental...now I think that's a compliment.
Yet, you know what I really believe.