She turns 30

Wake up to a face
Your face
The current face
Not the face you remember

Memory can distort reality
Reality is a bucket of ice water
Even the eyes change
Once showed hope is now resigned

Truth is
It is not the face that is disheartening
It is the day
That states you are no longer spring flower but an autumn bloom

Both have their time in the sun
Soaking up the attention they garner
Yet the autumn bloom will get a glance
The spring flower will get the gaze