Who am I Now? (a poem)

A new Selfie of me looking at a Selfie taken in 1980 from Steven  flickr.com
A new Selfie of me looking at a Selfie taken in 1980 from Steven flickr.com
Mirrored from photochappie  flickr.com
Mirrored from photochappie flickr.com
Mirror, mirror don't you lie to me from Nichelle Liu  flickr.com
Mirror, mirror don't you lie to me from Nichelle Liu flickr.com
The Man in the Mirror from Bargav Rani  flickr.com
The Man in the Mirror from Bargav Rani flickr.com
Not what I used to be,,,but still writing. from Tony DeLorger
Not what I used to be,,,but still writing. from Tony DeLorger
Morning coffee in St Petersberg from Natalia  flickr.com
Morning coffee in St Petersberg from Natalia flickr.com

Who am I Now

By Tony DeLorger © 2013


Who am I now,

this reflection stark and hard-edged,

staring back at me with questioning eyes,

lost in the passage of time that brought me here.


How did I come to this,

the weathered lines of life betraying,

the grey of bleached hair spreading,

and I, oblivious to the road, only the end.


Did I blink and the world rushed by,

as if to prank my inattention,

or perhaps I slept through it,

and woke to find me someone else.


Time must have dragged me kicking and screaming,

'cause I don't remember; I must have fought,

and those children I bounced on my knee,

their pictures on my side table alive with their own children.


What is that stomach below,

hanging, looming over the sink,

the rib of my jumper stretching, open,

and I with chins, I'm sure God gave me one.


Like a blur, my life is passing,

and those eyes keep delving into the core of me,

judging me, pitying me,

and I can't blame them, the mirror doesn't lie.


My hands upon my face I feel for recognition, but find none,

each bump and whisker as new as a newborn butt,

but as old as the withered dude who captured me,

who holds me fast in front of that damned mirror.


Closing my eyes I pray that it's a dream,

then open, and I'm twenty something, what I should be,

but truth's a bitch, and I'm even greyer than before,

even more rotund and top-heavy.


I sometimes wonder why I do this every morning,

put myself through such scrutiny, such reality,

and I just shrug,

Hell, I haven't even had a coffee.



Life goes too quickly, so don't waste time thinking about the past. Live for now!

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Tony DeLorger 3 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia Author

Thanks Betty. Yes life is indeed a journey, and what ensues is often a surprise to us as we unfold in the light of truth, always changing perspectives. Happiness always to you and your man.


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Bettyoverstreet10 3 years ago from Vacaville, Ca.

You are amazing! I see myself in your writing, then laugh at the truth of it all, and then look at the pictures on the wall of kids, grandkids, greatgrandkids....and I say Thank you Lord for allowing me to see so many generations staring back at me, because I once loved a young boy of eighteen, who I grew to dislike very much as years passed. (I still don't much like him and am so happy he is now with someone else and..I , I have the man God brought into my life twelve years ago who is wonderful!!!


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Tony DeLorger 3 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia Author

Thanks for dropping by cleaner3, and taking the time to comment. Much appreciated.


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cleaner3 3 years ago from Pueblo, Colorado

yes .. the moment goes by because we haven't time to think about it .. until one day we wake up and really see what we see ourself.

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