Staring into a mirror and I see,
an older version looking back at me.
There was Snow-white hair upon my chin,
and wrinkles when I grin.
How did this happen, what was the cause?
When did I start to resemble Santa Claus?
Staring a little longer and I begin,
to see the younger me within.
(JPM 9/9/07- 9/10/07)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem