When where you there in the mirror,
youthful and with articulate expression,
blue eyed, blond hairdo, missy allure,
now out door, gone though the years,
of smiles and tears,
sadness with walks alone,
waiting for time to slow,
the seeds of life to grow,
what happened along the way,
to better days not fulfilled.
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