Tears of Youth

Sad poem of getting older

I stand at the sink, stare directly ahead

My colorless cheeks, once a pink rosy red

I turn my face slightly, my profile I view

Once admired by many, now noticed by few

 

My dry crippled lips, once moist and plump

Now a damaging pair, they look like two lumps

As I take in the truth, my sight does not lie

The reflection I see, drips drop from my eye

 

I pickup my cane, make my way to my shrine

I look over my treasures, all placed in a line

The year 1942, crowned a beauty queen

Cheeks rosy lips plum, those years of a teen

 

36 crowns in a row, I count one by one

By the time the sunsets, I realize I’m done

My birthdays today, living 87 years

88 is inevitable, and so are my tears

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Reviews

[Ban Heo]

This is great. I really like the rhythm here. I can see how your poetry is progressing. The only thing I slightly dislike is how the 2nd stanza seems a bit shorter in syllables per line than your 1st 3rd and 4th.

[Alexis]

I think everything in this poem is true.

[Kaylor Mason]

Mother nature is a wonderful beauty; Father Time is always a merciless s.o.b.

[layla]

hahha agreed!

[Z bangbangmaxwell]

awesome...

[Forest Green]

Aging...that growing, critical, crisis..

Seeing into it you've written of it with truth..

[Patrick]

intriguing piece which as others have said uses a good rhyme system - i liked how 'drips drop' could also be read 'drops drip'
good work

[spiritwind]

I like your choice of topic-- for the most part your rhymes were unforced... I cannot write poems that rhyme, they get so stilted and lose meaning ...so I am envious that you could tell your story w/o rhyming sabotaging you

[Stanley Wilson]

beautiful work layla

[Brielle Cartny]

This is so sad, and its so sad how we fade away. People should always be noticed no matter how much time has passed

[Distant horizons]

Such a fitting title for such a beautiful, yet sad tale.