When you look in the mirror what do you see?
Is it the person you always wanted to be?
Is there a sparkle that shines in your eyes?
Or is it only darkness as the midnight skies?
Does a smile still cross your face?
Has a frown taken its place?
Do you still have that youthful glow?
Or has the signs of age started to show?
Can you look at your reflection without wanting to cry?
Or does the sight of yourself make you want to die?
If you are one that Is happy with what they see.
Consider yourself lucky, you could be looking back at me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem