Reflection
Reflections
Looking into the mirror I see a
face.
With time each line is a
resemblance of a race.
The races are sometimes long
and short
the lines reflecting on a time I
won an inward war.
Looking into the mirror I am
starting to see this young face
change slowly into a memory.
The memories of being young
and nieve, moments of
youthful happiness and
timeless grief.
Looking into the mirror I touch
the glass and looking back I
am alive in this reflection..
Unparalleled though I touch the
glass frame of a father I lost
but looking back he is in a
place I cannot touch. He
cannot touch the frame back on
the other side but keeps that
smile in that frame- a moment
frozen in time.
Looking on, today, will just be a
moment captured somewhere
in a frame.
Another year that passes is
another earned wrinkle on my
face.
But each race I run and each
moment That will be .. Can be
a reflection placed in a timeless
album about my life for my
children to see....
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