The Mirror

Sunshine shoots through the windows and fills the house with grace, Ricochets around the room and finds my weathered face. Standing at a mirror I see refracted light On wrinkles, lines and eyes of mine reflected to my sight. The youth that once looked back at me Has gone – I know not where – in vain I search the glass, and find: No … it isn’t there. Instead I see the wrinkles – they are stress of many years Produced in times of doubt and my unfounded fears. My eyes see lines and furrows as they track across my face Hard times are buried there as my eyes complete the trace. At the corners of my eyes I see: a pair of old “crows feet” They’re etched there forever from those times my life was sweet. A lifetime full of memories comes bouncing off the glass A memory consumes me - as I feel still more time pass. In the Winter of a lifetime, my memories come to play Oh, thank God I have them – pray they never go away. I turn from my glass mirror – that used to be my friend As thoughts of those reflections I try to comprehend. My face - it is my diary of experience I’ve had And then I tell myself: “You know … those lines … they really aren’t so bad.”