21. The Mirror
My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man staring back at me.
The face I recognized,
My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man staring back at me.
The face I recognized,
As we get older, we look back and realize that age gradually snuck up on us. Once we take the time to look in the mirror, it is a startled realization about the facts we must face. This poem...
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That's not my age; it's just not true.
My heart is young; the time just flew.
I'm staring at this strange old face,
And someone else is in my place!
I think getting old really is that scary for you to pen this down, but dear, it is the best thing in life. Embrace it because you are blessed.
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I'm not impressed with getting older.
It doesn't seem like a lot of fun.
Every joint seems to be seizing up,
And my feet won't let me run.
I once applied for a life online
Sadly, however, I was declined
They told me I was not eligible
So I wrote them a letter to complain
Amazing! "I guess I'll have to re-apply." That line says it all. Very often...almost every day, such thoughts come in my mind. I find this poem very close to my own reality. Nice work, poet!