What Do You See? ~ Catherine A. MacKenzie

​What do you see when you look at my face?
Do you see a human or something old?
Careful, though, soon you’ll be in my place.
 
I’m still me, more than a lingering trace
Of what I was before the years rolled,
What do you see when you look at my face?
 
Look at me here in this God-awful place,
Cramped, full of dust and dirt and mould,
Careful, though, soon you’ll be in my place.
 
Inside my aged body I’m still full of grace,
Why can’t you see that I’m not yet cold?
What do you see when you look at my face?
 
Though I’m lined with tissue and lace,
I’m still valuable, worth my weight in gold,
Careful, though, soon you’ll be in my place.
 
Hours are passing and I’m in a race
Against ticking time before my soul is sold,
What do you see when you look at my face?
Careful, though, soon you’ll be in my place.

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​Catherine A. MacKenzie: Cathy’s writings are found in numerous print and online publications. She writes all genres but invariably veers toward the dark—so much so her late mother once asked, “Can’t you write anything happy?” (She can!) Check out her website for further information about her and/or her books: http://writingwicket.wordpress.com Cathy lives in Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada.