There was once a
Mirror on the wall
Carvings of ivory leaves
Frame its youthful face
Enslaved by the proud
Beauty of its mistress through
Endless springs and summers
Then autumn came to usher
The cold truth of winter
Leaves began to fall
Beckoned by the open mouth
Of hungry Earth
And the mirror on the wall
Faithful no longer
The once admiring gaze
Is sadly gone to cast
Covetous glances at
Youthful strays
The once besotted heart of
The mirror on the wall
Now laughs in contempt at
The tormented face of the
Mistress once lovely to behold
Not knowing that time has cursed
Both mistress and slave
The ivory beauty has succumbed
Reluctantly to cruel nature
The once perfect curves are now
Aged with chips and cracks
Indeed, winter has come
For the mistress and the
Mirror on the wall
Beautiful words choosen here........but the beauty lies deep within.....were no one or nothing can take away unless she chooses to do so....: O)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Time and tides wait for none. rich with vocabulary the lines flow so nice. Tells how with time life changes. Nice.