Comment from
Julie Helms
This is a very creative poem of a man talking to himself and coming up with different opinions!
It seems the older I get, the more obsessed I get with certain parts of me that are no longer the same. Some of this I don't even realize till I see an old picture. it is a sad state of affairs, but it is common to all of us. I have always said that youth is wasted on the young.
Your picture with the mirror reflection is absolutely perfect for your poem.
Thanks for sharing,
Julie
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Comment Written 14-Oct-2024
reply by the author on 15-Oct-2024
Heck, if it wasn't for our youthful days, would we have any memories anyway! I appreciate your kind words and read.