The mirror tells a story even I
cannot deny. When seeing eye to eye
with who I am and what I have become
I wonder at the time, and sometimes run
from truth. I know the glass won’t lie—but how
I wish it would!—a part of me thinks now,
yes even at a this half a century
of age, I somehow might, quite easily,
disguise myself and come across a good
bit younger than I am. Of course this would
be folly! Here I am: I stand between
a zero and one hundred. I am queen
of middle age! So bow, salute, or give
me moderate applause. I’m glad to live!

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