I lost my work ID a while back. I waited a while to replace it, figuring, as with most things I’ve lost, that I just misplaced it and it will show up sooner or later. Well it didn’t. So I found the nice women in the bowels of the building who would give me a new ID. With the new technology available, she still had my photo in her computer, but it was from 10-15 years ago, so she politely suggested I get a new one taken. (I just didn’t look the same) eek! I am not photogenic. So here’s what I think about my new ID – in honor of national poetry month.
My Eyes of Blue
Where did I go, that me of minus ten?
The hair is there, but now devoid of Miss Clairol.
The face reveals a map of the road
I’ve taken these years a plenty.
My neck, oh dread,
hints of Grandmothers gone by.
But my eyes,
my eyes are still blue
and quietly speak of the girl
who still lingers there.