For Mildred

This woman was the brightest feistiest 93 year old you would ever meet - and I was lucky enough to call her my friend.

Time flies
it has become a cliche'
I sit and wonder
how I ever reached this day
so many yesterdays ...
how I ever changed this way
wrinkled hands
a once smooth face
I am still a member
of the human race
do not count me out
I do not want much
just a little dignity
can't you see?
I am still me!

It's true
I'm old
but I'm also wise
I've seen the looks
in the eyes
of passersby
and tomorrow
and tomorrow
they will be me
alone
and thinking
how time flies.

Reviews

[Neville]

I had my own Mildred in the form of Josie who was as bright as a new penny until she left us two years ago.

A lovely and might I suggest loving tribute to one who might no longer be physically present but nevertheless, will always be loved... Nice one KL

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[Joyce S. Greene]

How very true, K. I can remember thinking if I lived 'til the milennium, I would be ancient. And somehow I did and I still don't feel ancient. It's all relative. But someday everyone will be old, if they're lucky enough to live long enough. Then they'll be the ones on the receiving end of those pitying looks. This is a first rate poem. Pulls at the heartstrings and stirs up a lot of emotion.

[Lyn Anderson]

Thank you. I have decided to post some of my more personal works as of late. A funny story about Mildred. She was a cranky fussy old b***h, and I adored her!