Portrait of Middle
Age
How strange to look at my
image
And see the telltale
signs of age
More gray hair, more
new wrinkles
Life's book has turned
the page.
How I feel a deep
sadness
To see my girlhood
gone.
Middle age has taken
over
Leaving me alone to
face the dawn.
I have lived through
love affairs
Some unfair - some not
too kind.
Resisting from here on
With no desire to
again be entwined.
My future sees my
children
Grown up
as young men.
My written words mean
more now than ever
And truer than any
lover has been.
Of all the passions I
have lived
Now all my secrets I
can voice
Of being a wife,
mother, and lover
Written in poetry of my
choice.
After the men I have
loved
And the dreams I once
believed
I kept my one
precious possession
The freedom to be
me.
Poem by Carol Barton
Copyright 2004 - Carol
Barton
