Bygone Youth


She flips through the pictures.

The face looking back at her

Is recognizable, but obviously, not current.

How pretty she was then!

How different she is now…

Her face faded

Like a Dorian Gray painting.

Still, life ticks by.

She no longer counts the minutes or the hours

Because they have become useless.

Her friends and family have

Pre-deceased her.

She stares at the old pictures

Wishing for youth

And waiting for the year of her death.

5/14/19 TTL

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