I look at myself in the mirror today,
And what do I see?
The ageing image of some person
I know to be me.
I see dark hair threaded
With long silver strands,
And the wrinkles and age spots
Over my hands.
My body appears to be heading one way.
Tell me, did all these things happen today?
Where have I been that I seemed not to see,
That the person I'm viewing
Has ever been me?
My spirit's the same,
And my will just as strong.
It's simply the physical
That lasts not as long.
The moral of the tale,
I relate at this time,
Is to know that our wholeness
Forever does climb.
It moves us and takes us
Through lifetime to life.
We are just who we are
In joy or in strife.
The body may alter
The mind never will.
Whilst we are moving,
We forever are still.
So I look in the mirror
With fresh sight today,
Knowing that which I see
Will be taken away.
But what it contains
Its secrets therein,
Will travel forever
Without and within.
Rosi Caswell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-seeing/
