I look not,
At my. image, anymore.
Living Life and Time,
Have faded me away,
Like an evening flower
That may not live another day.
But, does it really matter?
As the bitter winds of Life
Progress and Sway,
Here today and gone tomorrow,
Not even after all Life's trouble
Does your looking glass Double,
Have a right to stay.
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Precious musings about aging and its overall impact on life. But, certain queries remain unanswered. Life and Time.... faded me away, Like an evening flower That may not live another day.