Time
I look in the mirror,
Who is this woman; peering back at me?
Her hair is turning gray,
winkles where a smile uses to be.
A lot of time has passed,
the young girl she once knew
What once pure; and childlike is no more.
Life event turn into another
she surrendered a little more of herself.
All is passing before her,
and soon alone she will be.
She closes her eyes;
needing to believe that there more.
She tries to breathe.
To hold them once more.
Listen, to be there, cherish them,
because in a blink of an eye; they can be gone.
We only have this moment in time.
We are not promised tomorrow.
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