The Face In the Mirror
What’s in a picture?
What’s in a face?
I look to see some things about me displaced.
My eyes a lot dimmer
The makeup is thinner
Time hasn’t a kindly embrace.
“How long before dead?”
I think’s what I said,
A time bomb of wispy long hairs.
I think I see gray...
I’m just fading away...
Or maybe I’m already there.
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