I look in my mirror and what do I see?
A young child at play
so happy and gay
looking at me
I look in my mirror and what do I see?
A boy in his youth
seeking the truth
looking at me
I look in my mirror and what do I see?
A teenage rebel having his say
on a knife`s edge, finding his way
looking at me
I look in the mirror and what do I see?
A promising young man
doing the best that he can
looking at me
I look in the mirror and what do I see?
A groom with his bride,
all his family beside
looking at me
I look in the mirror and what do I see?
A father so proud
he`s shouting out loud
looking at me
I look in the mirror and what do I see?
A middle aged man
half way through life`s span
looking at me
I look in the mirror and what do I see?
A doting grandfather with babe on his arm
laughing and smiling at innocent charm
looking at me
I look in the mirror and what do I see?
A lonesome old person behind a closed door,
the love of his life is with him no more
looking at me
I look in the mirror and what do i see?
all of my memories the happier kind.
Reflecting in the mirror of my mind
looking at me.
I look in the mirror and what do I see?
Of me not a trace!
a vacuous space
where i should be
Copyright B Hough 2011
Its true we reflect on the good times, they are like a beackon to our memories, once more you speak from expreience and the heart. bravo bravo
very nice and true, we just lament the times that pass by without capitalising on the happiness that those particular times have given us....happiness is not a continuous state but comes in small bursts....this fact i think, you have tried to say in your poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I look in my mirror and what do I see? A boy in his youth seeking the truth looking at me best to learn