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The Person I've Become

Mirror, mirror on the wall, tell me the truth, tell me all. The passing of youth, and of dreams young. Reverence for the truth, songs of the heart, freely sung. I see the happy days of innocence, the fond memories of childhood. The unquestioned acceptance of all things pure, all things good. Mirror, mirror on the wall, show me the truth, show me all. Remembrance of days bygone, of the pristine, unscarred beauty. Now a face haggard and drawn, battling the weight of duty. I see love greatly returned, accumulated over the years. The wisdom painfully earned, the laughter through the tears. Mirror, mirror on the wall, Reveal the truth, reveal it all The creases yet to form, shadows that'll cloud my eye. To age slowly as per the norm, morphing, changing, till I die. I see in all things yet to be done, the promise of the days to come. And, in the last setting of the sun, I see the person I've become.

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Date: 6/9/2025 6:38:00 AM
Oh, my God, I've got to run away and cry. Glad I don't have mascara on. I'm at the end of my Fall season, so I related to all emotions and wonderments. Yes, we will sing our songs, in my case, off key (right now, I'm thinking The Who, "I'm sitting here banging on the old piano, gettin' in turn w/ the straight and narrow." Yes, memories are bittersweet now; Yes, reverence for truth, show me all; Yes, aging is awful BUT WE ARE NOT OUR BODIES, that's the only consolation we get, I think; to me the mirror is God & I want truth. great poem .. CC
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Date: 6/8/2025 7:08:00 PM
beautiful line of contemplation ~ softening attention, vibrance of heart in time stretched silence animates our soul within
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