A man in the mirror
Looks back every day
He looks for changes
Not found yesterday
He remembers a time
Youth was his gauge
His face held no lines
Not a sign of old age
But age has shown up
And mirrors don’t lie
Hair loss and wrinkles
Greet discerning eyes
He hates this old man
He now sees every day
He lives in the mirror
And he won’t go away…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But that same mirror also remembers the beauty if his youth... it is still there, behind the signs of aging, it lives on, in the heart. Fear not, the face in the mirror... it, a mere time capsule, for the wrinkles and gray you have earned! ! PEACE
Thank you Susan! !