For the longest time
She stood and stare in the mirror
Murmuring and cursing it ain’t fair
Even though She knew She could change nothing
She stood there
And as if she hasn’t been breathing
She inhaled deep air
A friend told her it is just because she is tired
But she said, “No, my skin just expired.”
Throwing her hands from her face
Down to her side feeling weak
Her sweet strong voice so low
As she speak.
She said this is the time I change
My beauty has reached its peak
Now it is time to go down
To look like old, gray and wrinkled
24 October,05
Konjit Berhane
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/change-15/
