The Mirror
The Mirror
Tom
7/13/2018
Each morning I face a mirror,
And observe the fleeing of time.
This tells me the end grows nearer,
Than it was during my prime;
The time I live on is borrowed,
Three score and ten is secure.
And an extra nine was bestowed,
Whatever today brings I’ll endure.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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