My mirror tries to convince me that I’m old. <br />Yet I have a fresh face I’m told. <br />So these furrows in this body I behold, as <br />I recognize skin-deep beauty does not rebirth. <br /> <br />Still, I remember things way back yonder: <br />Sculptured summer grass, <br />Children ringing around roses <br />With Pockets filled with poses, <br />Barren tree leaves <br />Floating in the breeze...woman! <br />waste no time on younger years <br />For the past archives still. <br /> <br />I’ll never be older than the goddess of art. <br />My lover, you'll never be older than thou art. <br />Let the earlier years delight in the older ones <br />For to understand the old- <br />The new must been known and told. <br /> <br /> <br />February 2,2008<br /><br />Almedia Knight Oliver<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-tells-time/
