Unwillingly Miranda wakes,
Feels the sun with terror,
One unwilling step she takes,
Shuddering to the mirror.
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Time...... Tick tick tick it does not wait for you or I, or even the lady Miranda.!
Although spring is as old as it is, its beauty never fades.
Beautiful poem....such comforting compassion in the writers words
W, ords of a master clever to illustrate age and the withering tick of time, very nice to read!
what a superb way of expressing the fear of aging..... the question at the tag end is brilliant!
A beautiful reflection on what makes one old... does the passage of time affect our age? What is one day from the next if we do not make it so.
Silly girl, silver girl, Draw the mirror toward you; Time who makes the years to whirl Adorned as he adored you. living in illusions. tony