Time’s Comedic Architect

Time’s Comedic Architect


The vision in the mirror illustrates
reflections of an aging woman’s face
Gnarled lines enshrine
the many years embraced
But starlight in her eyes still radiates

The lips are pale and drawn a little thin
The teeth once bright have grown
a wee bit dim
The jawline softly hangs with sleepy skin
But faithfully, her beauty glows within

The thickened neck still holds the head erect
The arms and hands are weak,
with frail effect
The breasts no longer plump, profiles detect
But she laughs at time’s comedic architect

The dimpled belly sits a little round
Upon the hips more padding can be found
Downy wisps grow scanty on the mound
But longings deep within her still abound

Once shapely legs have lost their sex appeal
Swollen knees makes it difficult to kneel
The ankle bones more often are concealed
But her feet yet strong,
still walk her through the weald

The aging woman’s changing self belies,
grays and wrinkles
that are but the years’ disguise
Brilliance emanates yet,
from her thoughtful eyes
And her brave and youthful spirit still abides