by Sabra
© 1999 Sabra, all rights reserved
Whose face is this
Looking back at me?
A young old face,
Not quite like me.
I don't remember changing
Into someone older, bolder.
Smile isn't quite the same
More sad and melancholy
Not the sweet refrain of youth
But the devilish grin remains
There's a glint in the eyes,
Not just the sparkle anymore.
Reflecting some wisdom,
Loves lost, friends found,
Tragedys over come
Joys stored into memories
My face is far
More weathered from life
Than ever before.
But I admit I like it
The face and person
More interesting now.