When I See An Old Face ~ Joan Clifton Costner ~ Living Each Day

When I see an old face, I study it well;
Try to imagine the stories they'd tell.
I think of the luster they had in their day;
The handsome young man or the beautiful maid.

When I see an old face, I retouch the lines;
Let it be young for just one more time;
I challenge my mind to recall days of old;
The cars and the houses, the stories we told.

When I see an old face, quickly, I smile.
For I know I will walk that treacherous mile.
I'll pass by the mirror and look there to see ~
Why, that wrinkled old face looking back ~ is me! *

* NOTE: The above graphic shows a person WAY older than the author,
but I couldn't help using it for all the stories she might tell. adelle

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