In the Mirror
In the mirror I have seen,
a man who once held a dream.
A place with an endless sky,
now the dream has passed him by.
The things not done in his prime,
swept away in the sea of time.
Too old to keep up the pace,
a younger man will take his place.
No greater truth that I have found,
that in the end we're in the ground.
So make it count while you can,
then in the mirror, a better man.
5/21/21
Copyright © Wren Rushing | Year Posted 2021
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