when I look in the mirror,
I see my paint has faded with time.
Your mileage may vary.
When I look in the mirror,
I note the lines kissing my eyes.
Your mileage may vary,
depending on where you drive.
The lines that kiss my eyes
are scratches like the scar across my deltoid.
Depending on where you drive,
your scratches may vary.
Like the scar across my deltoid,
my aching back is a bumper sticker.
Your stickers may vary
with the miles you’ve traveled.
My thinning crown is a bumper sticker,
and city mileage has faded my paint.
But when I see the miles I’ve traveled,
I smile back at the grays in the mirror.
Author Bio:
Colleen M. Farrelly, a graduate student in Biostatistics, is a freelance writer whose work has recently appeared in Lake City Lights, The Casserole, Vine Leaves, Four and Twenty, and The Recusant. She enjoys working out and volunteering her time.