Thus Spake The Mirror
Thus Spake The Mirror
I look into the mirror
See multitude lines turning by-
Is it of laughter springing from happiness
Or sadness evoked by cry?
I reminiscence moments
Golden and sunshine
That calls for freedom and mirth so fine.
I hear the footsteps of luck knocking
A glance of happiness to me does flocking.
Lo and behold! The lines do grow as happiness abounds-
Smile on face, eyes widening
Lines of hope increasing and freezing.
This I see and love to see
That mirror sublime
No matter how old one grows.
Saga of time slowly unfolds
Lines of sadness are bound to come.
For tune of perfection cannot forever be hummed
We share joys but sorrows too
Man will be a creation forever new