Mirror Poem by Charles Garcia

I look into the Mirror, he gazes back at me,
I look into his eyes, receding hair line, no more
Curly hair, rosy cheeks, my how time flies,
The days are gone but the memories linger on,

Seems so long ago that we first met, eighty one to
Be exact. The roads long and narrow, many winding
Paths, all to lead somewhere, as we look back,

As my years come to a close, perhaps a score no more,
I shall make the best of every hour, every day,
For I have so much to be thankful for.

Charles Garcia
Tuesday, October 04,2005