Who are you & where did I go
Where is the girl I used to know
Who is this woman staring back at me
Who are you, where could I be
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unacceptibility of the poet of the Present is quite evident in this poem..... the best thing i liked is the poet's desire to be young ever......thanks, dear....
excepcional writing... a lifetime is too short to spend in vain, so when you live to write such beautiful pieces you do have nothing to regret, i sure.
Tia, please believe that there are men out there that love mature women. Lines on ones face are maps of experience. Be proud of the life you have lived, and make the best of what remains. I love you anyway. Ian
There's an inner beauty here also that reflects an projects an image true, that no mirror could ever - give justice to! *10*! Best wishes Tia, a pleasure to read! Friend Thad
Reflection tells nothing but truth..yet it is us who denies. This poem flows clearly. A 10! !
God, inventing mirrors, said, they won't like what they see... they'll only find the truth within - their truth so dear to Me..
haha I think my mom just uttered the same words not just yesterday. Wonderful flow and rhyme. Your poems are great. I'm glad I have the opportunity to read them.
Your poem remindid me of my Grandmother telling me that she felt like she was still a kid and always wondered who that old lady looking back at her was. Nice poem.
I look at the mirror the same way. You just put it better then I ever could have. Lovely composition Tia
I can't say I'm familia with the sight, though I do so mkiss the days when I was 'cute, free and curious', now i'm little more than work, study and sleep; and at such a young age! beautiful poem T.
Hello Tia. I enjoyed thispoem and it is alarming when we finally stop and see ourself and who we have become. Very good. Please see my similar poem 'Reality' Thanks again, Loyd
A lovely poem Tia, unfortunately time catches up with everybody. Best wishes, Andrew
Ok Tia this is what you do. Stand in front of the mirror and say, mirror, mirror on the wall who is the fairest of them all, and the mirror says you are Tia without a doubt, you say thankyou mirror over out, great poem 10 Chris
Tia, I see you have the same kind of mirrors in S.Africa as we have in the UK. I am sure however, that you have people who love every single line; caused by the experience of life. Love the poem.10/10 Ian
it is so good, it even soothes my soul