Regret

I do not like my face any more When I happen to look in the mirror in morning To groom myself to toil for living, I find now a Debilitated, repelling face Haggard , wrinkled, shorn of its earlier gleam. I wonder, what happened to it in such a short time The two bright eyes now sunken deep in their blackened sockets And criss cross lines stamped on the widening forehead. A sinister shadow looking back at me from the depth of the mirror To my horror and regret, how Time wrecks the beautiful things Adorning the spirit of the universe! Some time ago, how right and nice was every thing, Looking so bright and gay. A smart, attractive and inviting feature Before the metamorphosis happened And thus brought about the doom of things, Now I am leading a vegetating life Awaiting the end of my self as is the custom of the world! Jay-en