Reflections in the mirror sigh

They show me of my times flown by,

But, I still see them with my eyes

Those years I touch in memories.

 

The passing of my beauty's age

And yet, I feel no rising rage,

For I am on another page

Yet, still I touch in memories.

 

I have flown like birds in air

No time to think, no time to care, 

I once knew that young girl there,

The one I touch in memories.

 

See the lines of wisdom now

It seems I just don't care somehow.

Yes, you mirror, take a bow,

For I can touch...in memories

 

(c)  ZYDHA HART  2004