Years shape many forms
I, face, many faces of me
In this mirror, one way,
I am, finally choosing
One, which i like,
But, which, i am not so happy about,
But i like it. I love it,
Myself, square faced, serious, and
Above all, keeping
Things right....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful write. Loved your ink.