I look in the mirror. What do I see? Is that my face staring back at me? The graying hair the wrinkled skin How did this happen? why? and when? Where is the beauty of yesterday? Is she still here or did she fade away? I look once more and meet my eyes. No this reflectionis not a disguise. For their in the mirror and all I see Is that beauty looking back at me.

adding on to your poem


as you look in the mirror
you see you have aged
but yet
you have a young soul
at heart
at that
as you
feel old
in some degree
but yet
in reality
you are not
as your still
a child
within
as you can bring
out the laughter
and share one thoughts
and feelings
so looking in the mirror
you see also
a new you
and a beautiful
soul at that

good write

Nice write.... ....etirw eciN