my reflection
has grown weary
more than the
weathering
of my skin
and the fading
of a once
carefree smile
I relinquish
the youthful glow
of yesterdays
gone
and willingly
cry uncle
to the conquering
grays
I cannot
however
bring myself
to extend
a proper welcome
to the sadness
staring back
at me
© 2018 Tina Jordan
