I look at myself in the mirror today, <br /> <br />And what do I see? <br /> <br />The ageing image of some person <br /> <br />I know to be me. <br /> <br />I see dark hair threaded <br /> <br />With long silver strands, <br /> <br />And the wrinkles and age spots <br /> <br />Over my hands. <br /> <br />My body appears to be heading one way. <br /> <br />Tell me, did all these things happen today? <br /> <br />Where have I been that I seemed not to see, <br /> <br />That the person I'm viewing <br /> <br />Has ever been me? <br /> <br />My spirit's the same, <br /> <br />And my will just as strong. <br /> <br />It's simply the physical <br /> <br />That lasts not as long. <br /> <br /> The moral of the tale, <br /> <br />I relate at this time, <br /> <br />Is to know that our wholeness <br /> <br />Forever does climb. <br /> <br />It moves us and takes us <br /> <br />Through lifetime to life. <br /> <br />We are just who we are <br /> <br />In joy or in strife. <br /> <br />The body may alter <br /> <br />The mind never will. <br /> <br />Whilst we are moving, <br /> <br />We forever are still. <br /> <br />So I look in the mirror <br /> <br />With fresh sight today, <br /> <br />Knowing that which I see <br /> <br />Will be taken away. <br /> <br />But what it contains <br /> <br />Its secrets therein, <br /> <br />Will travel forever <br /> <br />Without and within.<br /><br />Rosi Caswell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-seeing/
