worn

How changed I am.
How do you see me now?
my ancient face,
pale sagging, worn
by wind and sun
by tides of tears
laden with joy and sorrow,
my life flows receded
as a tree surrenders a leaf
before it falls,
Do you superimpose
my face of years ago or
am I always there
in the wells of my eyes?

©2017 Ontheland

~
For Jane Dougherty’s “A Month with Yeats” day three. The inspiration quote is from Yeats’ poem, ‘The Magi’:

‘With all their ancient faces like rain-beaten stones’—W.B. Yeats

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