This poem depicts someone who is getting up in age and losing their signs of youth. What was once the image starring back from the mirror is now a different person who has aged. This person is not handling this part of life well and is resentful, but knows it is the natural part of life.

Aging.

An old frail woman is still having traces of past beauty wiped away by the fingers of callous time…

Simple poetry.

Older couple reestablishing communication in face of waning passion.

Poem about the passing of a kind, wonderful woman.

Why do I feel over the hill when I am not?

Why do all the other mothers that are the same age as their own mother seem so much younger?

Why divulge your age when it is your frame of mind that counts?

Poem.