The years have made up my face
With memories of love
And have adorned my hair with light silver threads
Making me most beautiful.
In my eyes
landscapes are reflected.
And the paths I have trod
Have straightened my stride –
tired and lovely steps.
If you should see me now
You would not recognise your yesterdays –
I am walking towards myself
Bearing the face you searched for in vain
When I was walking toward you.
Poem by Lea Goldberg
