I caught my
reflection in a shop window.
Had to stop
before I could continue.
Did not recognise
the old man I have become.
I wished to God
that it could be undone.
Lowered my head
and walked up the street.
Becoming fearful
of those I might meet.
The bird of youth
has flown away
and in its place
I have come to stay.
The 50 year old poet 
Great piece of writing
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Thank you again.
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You are welcome
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The picture undoes what you wrote or may be there lies the hidden meaning. Growing older gracefully like wine 🙂
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Didn’t you know that 50 is the current 30’s.. so chin up. You are still young.
Age is an issue of mind over matter.
If you don’t mind,
It doesn’t matter.
– Mark Twain
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Haha, love it!!
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See you already started loving it ..if George Clooney is considered dashing at 57 ….why not you?
I think you rock ….
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If only I had his hair!!
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Haha…..wishes….wishes and wishes are all we have…kove yourself….no matter what ..if we won’t no one else will… Take care 50year old poet.. .At least you are a poet and that adds Charm…
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