Where has she gone?
I look in the mirror and do not know
The old woman looking back.
Surely that isn't me.
When will she return?
It was only yesterday that I was young,
Able to enjoy all the world would offer.
And I danced the night away.
What should I do?
I don't have time for growing old,
There are too many adventures
Waiting yet for me.
When did it happen
This growing old and wrinkled?
Inside I feel the same as when
I danced the night away
Why do I mourn?
The time gone past so, so quickly,
It is what made me who I am.
But not an old woman.
Who will care?
Old women are so often alone,
With no one to care that
They danced the night away.
©AWeber aka WebGranny
April 5, 1999
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