Standing alone in a dark room,
I see brown eyes staring back from the mirror.
It’s time they say, but I know it’s too soon.
Forever keeping a close watch on me,
I secretly creep down the steep stairs,
wondering if I’ll ever again feel free.
Always there reminding me day after day.
I scream, I weep, and I fall to my knees,
I beg, I plead, I bargain, and I even pray.
Even as I look in the mirror and stare,
those brown eyes are winking and twitching,
daring me to move and telling me to beware.
To remember, to dream and even to pretend,
I wander through life hunting hydrangeas,
for time is neither my enemy nor my friend.