Aging, I look in the mirror. <br />There I see my future <br />etched in lines that <br />my fingertips struggle to accept. <br /> <br />When I first traced them, eyes closed, <br />I knew the time was near <br />when I would avoid mirrors. <br />Instead, <br /> <br />I shall depend <br />on reading my reflection in my lover's eyes, <br />hearing my reflection <br />on my lover's tongue. <br /> <br />And my beauty then <br />will be legendary.<br /><br />Janice Windle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/growing-pains-age-shall-not/
