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THE LYING MIRROR

Robinredbreast

Robinredbreast

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Location
Planet Earth
Type of diabetes
Type 1
Treatment type
Insulin
Dislikes
Bullies, Liars, Trolls and dishonest cruel people
Look in the mirror
What do I see?
A face looking back
But the face isn't me

I look like a queen
I'm young in my head
I'm in love with my man
And we've years ahead

I am able to climb
On a chair, every day
And I can carry a ton
Whatever they say.

I can work until I drop
And then come back for more
I can smile and grin
As I open the door

I can do six things at once
And take care of my tribe
And cook meals on time
Now and then take a bribe.

I can sew, I can mend,
I can paint in a tick
I can mop fevered brows
When the children are sick.

I can hold down a job
That helps kids who are 'lost'
I can say what I think
Without giving a toss.

It's been hard, it's been good
And there by my side
My husband has been,
But my husband has died.

look in the mirror
And what do I see
A wrinkled old lady
That lady is me?

 
lol. Depressed and ill after my flu jab and now I have just cried my eyes out reading this! When I look in the mirror I see my mother......it's not a pretty picture.

I'm going back to bed now to dream happy dreams of when I was young :)
 
zand said:
lol. Depressed and ill after my flu jab and now I have just cried my eyes out reading this! When I look in the mirror I see my mother......it's not a pretty picture.

I'm going back to bed now to dream happy dreams of when I was young :)
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Hope you feel better soon and a little more 'upbeat':)

RRB
 
Robinredbreast said:
Look in the mirror
What do I see?
A face looking back
But the face isn't me

I look like a queen
I'm young in my head
I'm in love with my man
And we've years ahead

I am able to climb
On a chair, every day
And I can carry a ton
Whatever they say.

I can work until I drop
And then come back for more
I can smile and grin
As I open the door

I can do six things at once
And take care of my tribe
And cook meals on time
Now and then take a bribe.

I can sew, I can mend,
I can paint in a tick
I can mop fevered brows
When the children are sick.

I can hold down a job
That helps kids who are 'lost'
I can say what I think
Without giving a toss.

It's been hard, it's been good
And there by my side
My husband has been,
But my husband has died.

look in the mirror
And what do I see
A wrinkled old lady
That lady is me?
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That was so nice to read,
Your mirror needs fixing or your specs are broken.so stop looking and reveal that beauty within.
Keep up your good work, we love what you do.
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Robinredbreast said:
Look in the mirror
What do I see?
A face looking back
But the face isn't me

I look like a queen
I'm young in my head
I'm in love with my man
And we've years ahead

I am able to climb
On a chair, every day
And I can carry a ton
Whatever they say.

I can work until I drop
And then come back for more
I can smile and grin
As I open the door

I can do six things at once
And take care of my tribe
And cook meals on time
Now and then take a bribe.

I can sew, I can mend,
I can paint in a tick
I can mop fevered brows
When the children are sick.

I can hold down a job
That helps kids who are 'lost'
I can say what I think
Without giving a toss.

It's been hard, it's been good
And there by my side
My husband has been,
But my husband has died.

look in the mirror
And what do I see
A wrinkled old lady
That lady is me?
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ahh, That is so nice. On a tear score it almost equals the one my hubby left for me to find after he passed away
 
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zand said:
lol. Depressed and ill after my flu jab and now I have just cried my eyes out reading this! When I look in the mirror I see my mother......it's not a pretty picture.

I'm going back to bed now to dream happy dreams of when I was young :)
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Big hugs Zand! Hope you feel better soon! Saw this and thought you sounded like you needed a lift!
@Robinredbreast hope this makes you smile!
 
I watched a You tube video interview with "beauty guru" Caroline Hirons. She said when asked about ageing "Age is a privilege not everyone experiences". That sentence stopped me in my tracks and has probably changed my view on it. Ladies and gents, be grateful for your later years and look at your smile lines with fondness at how they got there. :);)

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What do you see, nurse, what do you see?
What are you thinking when you're looking at me?
A crabby old woman, not very wise,
Uncertain of habit, with far away eyes.

Who dribbles her food and makes no reply
When you say in a loud voice, "I do wish you'd try?"
Who seems not to notice the things that you do,
And forever is losing a stocking or shoe.

Who, resisting or not, lets you do as you will.
With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill,
Is that what you're thinking? Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse, you're not looking at me.

I'll tell you who I am as I sit here so still,
As I use at your bidding, as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of ten with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters, who love one another.

A young girl of sixteen, with wings on her feet,
Dreaming that soon now a lover she'll meet.
A bride soon at twenty, my heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vows that I promised to keep.

At twenty-five now, I have young of my own,
Who need me to guide, and a secure happy home.
A woman of thirty, my young now grown fast,
Bound to each other with ties that should last.

At forty my young sons have grown and are gone,
But my man's beside me to see I don't mourn.
At fifty once more babies play around my knee,
Again we know children, my loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead,
I look at the future, I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing young of their own,
And I think of the years and the love that I've known.

I'm now an old woman and nature is cruel,
'Tis just to make old age look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles, grace and vigor depart,
There is now a stone where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells,
And now and again my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys, I remember the pain,
And I'm loving and living life over again.

I think of the years, all too few, gone too fast,
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, nurses, open and see,
Not a crabby old woman, look closer - see ME!!

Remember this poem when you next meet an old person. We will one day be there too! Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things and endures all things.
 
WHEN I AM AN OLD WOMAN

I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me,
and I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
and satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
and gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
and run my stick along the public railings
and make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
and pick the flowers in other people's gardens
and learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
and eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beer mats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
and pay our rent and not swear in the street
and set a good example for the children.
We will have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practise a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old and start to wear purple!

Jenny Joseph
 
zand said:
lol. Depressed and ill after my flu jab and now I have just cried my eyes out reading this! When I look in the mirror I see my mother......it's not a pretty picture.

I'm going back to bed now to dream happy dreams of when I was young :)
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Me too! It's scary how much I look like her. The only difference is I'm grey and she had her dark hair until she died in her 80's with just a few siler threads.
 
catherinecherub said:
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What do you see, nurse, what do you see?
What are you thinking when you're looking at me?
A crabby old woman, not very wise,
Uncertain of habit, with far away eyes.

Who dribbles her food and makes no reply
When you say in a loud voice, "I do wish you'd try?"
Who seems not to notice the things that you do,
And forever is losing a stocking or shoe.

Who, resisting or not, lets you do as you will.
With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill,
Is that what you're thinking? Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse, you're not looking at me.

I'll tell you who I am as I sit here so still,
As I use at your bidding, as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of ten with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters, who love one another.

A young girl of sixteen, with wings on her feet,
Dreaming that soon now a lover she'll meet.
A bride soon at twenty, my heart gives a leap,
Remembering the vows that I promised to keep.

At twenty-five now, I have young of my own,
Who need me to guide, and a secure happy home.
A woman of thirty, my young now grown fast,
Bound to each other with ties that should last.

At forty my young sons have grown and are gone,
But my man's beside me to see I don't mourn.
At fifty once more babies play around my knee,
Again we know children, my loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead,
I look at the future, I shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing young of their own,
And I think of the years and the love that I've known.

I'm now an old woman and nature is cruel,
'Tis just to make old age look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles, grace and vigor depart,
There is now a stone where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells,
And now and again my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys, I remember the pain,
And I'm loving and living life over again.

I think of the years, all too few, gone too fast,
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, nurses, open and see,
Not a crabby old woman, look closer - see ME!!

Remember this poem when you next meet an old person. We will one day be there too! Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things and endures all things.
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Gulp. Sniff. Where did I leave those tissues?
 
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