This Image of Me

This image of me, now so many years later each year looking, I’ve found some imperfection Mirror-mirror, why should I ask - my time won't last, peering into you, gray now, not young only faultiness, years passing, why my image in my mirror should have creaked by, each year looking will my image fade in front of my Looking glass I did Love being strong, young, only gray I see so now seeing time as if it stood still each time, touching this image onto my glass of memories past wrongs, rights, scars, lifetime stories untold all mine My life has found its way full circle to gray, at last things I see now in my looking glass, are all part past, present, future, why I’m handsome graceful, I see each year in me, as if with class so I will leave my mark, love, to touch someone