After Photo
On my birthday – the damned things just keep coming – this seemed appropriate.
People my age
now recognize me as
people their age,
a new disappointment
revealing flaws
deeper than wrinkles.
Your age is in your mind
has been my mantra,
a lie that denies,
like money and desire.
I don’t want to be twenty
again, I just don’t want to be
that after photo of your
favorite star, so old
it makes you gasp.
Love the poem. I can certainly relate!