Life is like a two-way mirror,
Glimpses of the past left behind
Traces of memories that we store
With the present, are seen in the mind.
But like the fading light at sunset,
These images dim as we age.
They blur and we tend to forget,
As if lights were turned off the stage.
For life's curtains soon will fall
Closing those scenes in the mirror
Till our eyes gaze at a blank wall
And the mind only holds what we lived for.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello- ~~~01.30.16
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem