I look into the mirror
at the lines upon my face
and wonder how some people
seem to age with naught but grace
There is grey around my temples
and crowsfeet at my eyes
and my tummy is no longer flat
and I've cottage cheese for thighs
And I think about my youth
and the shape I used to be
and it seems that girl with the ponytail
could never look like me
But when I look deep into my eyes
I see her looking back at me
and she looks so very happy now
compared to what she used to be
The anger and mistrust has gone
filled with a deeper pride
and it seems the destination
after all was worth the ride.
oh yes, there's no doubt in this one, the last line sings... like there's no one else to read your poems but you.