Bones ache this gray winter morning
My tired eyes open and behold a wrinkled hand
Lying beside my face like a stranger.
Slow realization of its familiarity -
Oh, yes, I've known you nearly fifty years -
But when did you change like that?
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the mind is ever young...like this...m.e.
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i like this--my grandmother is always saying "i don't feel any older on the inside but my outside won't let me lie to myself"--this reminded me of her!--window watcher
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Insidiously it creeps up,bit by bit. One day you're going about your business and the shadow appears, called age. A shock to the 18 yr. old in your heart. Jane
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nice poem of a stark realization...ms
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i second everyone's comments, especially ms ... Drm