The Face in the Mirror
By
Ross Dix-Peek
I know not the face in the mirror
The years much change have wrought
Fluctuations of life’s fortunes
And the vicissitudes of time
Have upon my visage a road map etched
A vast map of strife and sorrow
An arid land of Great furrows
But it is the very mirror to my soul
That I no longer know
For my eyes have lost life’s vibrant glow
Gone is the lustrous light
These eyes no more filled with glee
Where fleeting youth once gaily danced
Only to later flee
And now nowhere to be seen
Ye poor, poor face
Battered and forlorn
The residue of existence
Across your pages drawn
But, wait…
What is it I see
For deep within my orbs
I still flickering embers doth see
Of hope and the desire to live
And although I may battered be
I still life embrace
For Lady Fortune
May still one fine morn
Upon this weary countenance shine!
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