Reflection in the Mirror

In the quiet morning light, for the first time, I truly gazed into the mirror, What I saw was unrecognisable, I must confess I was close to it but had to draw closer still, I was surprised to see a jigsaw of times past. Once a canvas, unmarked, Now wrinkles, each a story of lessons learnt and experiences lived, Fine lines depict laughter, joy and worry, Scars show battles fought and love lost, Spots show signs of neglect. The colours in a once shiny black crown, Changed to threads of silver and reddish-brown, Eyes once full of dreams now reflect the wisdom of life’s true realities, And smiling lips have somehow lost their smile. I told myself that I was half asleep, so I rubbed my eyes and washed my face, Then made sure all the lights were on, and looked in the mirror again, Time’s gentle hand had left its trace, I was taken aback and childishly asked the mirror to explain. In the silence of wonder, I saw the truth in my reflection, a weathered face, As the seasons came and went they laid shadows on the terrain, Showing a journey where youth and wisdom blend, Gently, I touch each line on the surface. Each jigsaw piece I cherish, so let the years gather, To the beauty of ageing, with gratitude and grace, I embrace my refrain. By Zyrool