Mirror image tells,
How old we all grew!
We disbelieve it,
Believers? A few.
We seek the childhood,
Memoirs of past.
We can remember,
Thirty years last.
But we show a grudge,
To the growing age,
We want to deny,
The mirror image!
beautifull really beautiful................. thats a great piece of poetry.........
And Yes! Now I get to link these with your other poem about the sound of time..... Exactly... The age is growing, and its cause by the sound of the time, thus result in a different image after the tic... And Beyond the tac... :) Wonderful The_African_Son
Nice one with a tight rhyme in the last line. A good message we should all accept and grow old gracefully.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
truth is always painful.. reminds me of Sylvia Plath's Mirror.