The Decrepit Mirror's Reflection

I glanced into the broken mirror, The fragments, now separated by cracks, Like islands by a river, each holding a piece of myself, And I, a lamenting boatman, lost in the very waters in between. On one island, I saw the old river bank, by the daffodils, Where we sat and played and sang songs of youth, The river flows the same and daffodils sway still, But now, it cherishes faces unknown, songs unheard. As I tried in despair to bloom again the yesternight's flower, A thought bloomed instead, a haunting thought indeed, That the soil had already been buried in the dust And the wind had already departed to the distant lands. And here I stay, a lamenting boatman, lost in between, Too decrepit to hold on to the yesternight's flower, I once again glanced into the broken mirror, And I see my true self......... as broken.