Where did she go, The young girl who once looked in the Mirror dreaming of a Shining knight, A future bright with fanfare and Adventure? Where did she go, the young woman with Flowing locks and unlined face who Moved with grace across the unfolding Stage of her life? When I look at the lady now staring back with Thinning hair, Wrinkled skin And baggy chin I barely recognize her. I wonder. Where did the girl/woman disappear? In her soul she's also weathered, Rough edges worn smooth but Wiser, deeper too. If others could see inside her as I do, If they could really see, They would see I've changed but Recognize I'm still me. |