Towards Me

Toward Myself by Leah Goldberg

 

The years have made up my face

with memories of love,

adorned my head

with silver threads

and made me beautiful.

 

Landscapes are reflected

in my eyes,

the paths I trod

have taught me to walk upright

with beautiful, though tired steps.

 

If you should see me now,

you would not recognise

the yesterdays you knew.

I go toward myself with a face

you looked for in vain

when I went toward you.

 

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The poet reading the poem:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=R7JYq_3Bfrk

 

 

Done