It's Still Life

Contradictions

I am an upended apple cart
I am the cider

I am neither sweet, nor sour,
but I do bite

I fill a glass half full
I am the balance, half emptied

I am many people to others
I have been no one but myself

I was once young
I will never be too old

I once thought I knew
but I know nothing at all

Inspired by a poem by Siobhan Mac Mahon, Advice for my Daughter, and a prompt by Miz Quickly’s What the Dog Did and loosely based on a prompt at dVerse Poets. Shared with @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter Image by Bruegel the Elder “Vanity”  © Misky 2021