Mirrors
Mirrors are windows to the past.
Reminders of days gone by.
What we see in the glass
is some other you and I.
We see the way we used to look,
Impervious to change from age.
We don’t realize that time took
too much for us to gage.
It takes a long lost friend or mate
Or some one we seldom see.
To really get our thinking straight
And know what and whom we be.
© Mar 10 2010 Charles Henderson
Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2010
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