Dr. Scholl, I Presume
What am I doing in Dr. Scholl’s shoes?
Body in sweat shirt and lavender jeans,
stitched creases—polyster stretch.
What happened to my high heels,
my short skirts and capri pants?
Who is this creature I don’t recognize?
Tricked by sneak-thief
time who stole my
youth while I strolled
through life, distracted
by events, trivial or major.
The face in my mirror is etched.