Thinking how fast the time passes, you
can't help but wonder.It seems like only
yesterday, when I was so much younger.
Where did it go? I never felt it pass, now,
I see, a different me, in my looking glass!
Have I really changed that much? There
are some character lines upon my face.
Well, what can one expect, at this point
in time and place. I still have my sense
of humor, I still feel young and carefree,
no reason to let these little things, start
to bother me. I'm sure if I continue doing,
all things I've done before, that silly old,
looking glass, won't affect me anymore!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem