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Getting Older

Sometimes when I
look in the mirror
and my hair hangs curled under
I look distinguished
That is a nice way of saying older

I like the look
but I am not yet ready to see it

It is at these moments when
I wonder what my young lover sees
Does his head cock to the side
in question

Doubts seeps in

I mention the age gap to a friend
She dismisses it with
“who cares?”

I am relieved but push on

I suggest maybe I should
give my young lover up
let him mature for a few years, let
him ‘sow some wild oats’

“Isn’t that what he is doing with you?”
She apologizes


A good truth told
Janet
Post poem; A mirror helps one reflect...
Postscript; Thank you to all of my family, personal friends and blogger friends whom have read, supported and contributed to my blog. Thank you to Dave whom encouraged me to get started. I have enjoyed this experience and I look forward to exploring the myriad of blogs, bloggers and communities I have encountered with similar passions.
With many emotions, my smile simply says 'thank you' in every language.

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  1. RobinApril 15, 2009

    Beautifully done. Also wanted to thank you for participating in Blog Reader Appreciation Day!

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  2. AnaApril 16, 2009

    Hi there,
    Nice poem it reflects my inner thoughts whenever I look in the mirror.Sometimes I forget my age because I'm surrounded by 10-15 year in school so they rubbed their youth in me. I just wonder what they thought of me.
    More power

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  3. Kenia SantosApril 16, 2009

    I collect smiles. Yours is unforgettable. Thanks a lot for stopping by and dropping me some of your purest lines. I simply love reading your writing. Have a nice day, take care and keep smiling! ;)

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  4. Janet JarrellApril 16, 2009

    Thank you, Thank you, and Thank you.

    Robin, your Event was a huge success. Well done!

    Ana and Kenia - Loved being introduced to your blogs.

    Cheers
    Janet

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  5. Lisa MacCollApril 21, 2009

    Oh I love this one.

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  6. UnknownApril 24, 2009

    Huzzah Janet - you are on your way - good to see keep it up!

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  7. Janet JarrellApril 27, 2009

    I love this one too. It makes me feel like a Diva!

    Thanks Dave - I have found the saying 'write what you know' - I think I'll do just that.

    I hope everyone is ready...

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