More Than Just A Figure

You're not the same as in my twenties.

Your skin was fresher, the wrinkles unknown.

The mind overlooked flesh's perishability;

it didn't fit the youth's crown.

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O, skin of forties

your predecessor always ignores

the main property of matter;

it acquires permanent flaws.

//

The fitness plans need more time

to bring results that once were fast.

You don't respond with the same velocity;

nutritional programmes have to last.

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Oh! Here are my marks also;

they sealed moments of flesh's pain.

Permanent reminders of events

that weren't experienced in vain.

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Wrinkles on the forehead;

waves of tissue that once were a calm sea.

Dull lines next to the eyes

underline my walk through time's "lea".

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But what's that energy I see

transmitted from your core?

I notice that steps are more steady,

your axis more stable than before.

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Reflected on your image,

cooperating with the flesh.

Experience from the journey

makes your flaws valuable, yes.

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So, I like you the way you are, because

denying you will also disperse

the inner treasure that was discovered

through toil for wider conscience.

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The journey goes on, of course.

Much more are about to be "seen".

You will get even more wrinkled,

but maturity will be the star of that scene.

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Anthi Psomiadou — CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 International : Credit must be given to the creator/ Only noncommercial uses of the work are permitted/ No derivatives