Eye of the Beholder by christophr

In The Eyes Of The Beholders

Both were now
Sixty some odd years old
He wondered
How someone who looked so young
Could feel so old

She
Wondered why all her friends
Seemed to appear
So much older
Than her

When walking down the street
Arm in arm
To any who could see them
They looked like
Crap

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nightmute
Oh, this made me laugh...so witty, but speaks volumes about how we see ourselves and how others see us, I reckon.
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