Young Old Lady

Indeed a very young old lady...
It's not what we see in our mirrored glass 
That's inside of us... 
But what we carry in our minds our hearts 
Our mirrors see's not what's in our hearts.
Whilst our minds fighting with our minds 
That what one sees in our mirrored, glass it's not us 
But a stranger staring into our eyes
As the years goe's by our minds attuned becomes
To the changes In us...
That woman's not me, staring back at me 
As I touch my mirrored glass...
Tracing my fingers along the lines of my, visage!
With a tear in my eye...
The years robbed me of my youth
Where's the face that shone with light in her eyes!
Mischievously painting life, with her eyes.
Each look. That we took 
Wondering why, life has passed us by
But even in my sale by date, gone by... 
There's life behind those eyes...that still lives,
Mischievousness...in my minds there's  
Love laughter dance and music ever after
In the days of my days
So dearest Cuz...
We're indeed very young old ladies 
In our minds eyes, our hearts... 
Bless you Cuz, X 

By Connie James...