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Nothing is so special about my looks,
My age is written on my face,
My body energy act differently.
Many times my memory have fail me,
I keep losing things every time.
I make plans few minutes,
And all of a sudden my mind slip away.
I force myself to stay away from my mirror.
I rather not see somethings,
And when I try to take a look,
I see a different me.
Things that are easy for me to do,
Is now difficult and cause me stress,
And the amount of things I do
We always be different.
I always compare my past life
To the my present life,
And I know I missed a lot.
I still feel love in my heart,
And sometimes it still hurt me.
There is so much joy in my heart,
And then it can suddenly end.
I will always remain me,
And still want to live on,
No one can be like me,
And no one has more to offer to the world.
Beautiful poem in a confessional, or autobiographical way. I don't know if it really is, or if it is a fictionalized speaker. In any case, it is a text of very internalized images, which speak of a being that is becoming, by age, other, but that remains in its essence, like that love that still hurts. Thank you and best regards, @cryptofi.
Thanks for your kind words, I'm glad you liked it.