Poem: One Look in the Mirror
Look in the mirror
see what time does to you
do you like what you see?
Some consider
every line, every wrinkle
a badge of honor.
The marks of a life well lived
the grey hair earned
in the trenches of life.
Others see it as a tragedy
youth and beauty taken away
leave a withered husk behind.
Lost loves, lost dreams
the stare that echoes in
a haggard reflection.
Which one shall it be?
The judge that ever lingers
as the years pass on by.
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