I look in the mirror trying to see
if sleepy eyes could be lying to me,
My skin feels wrinkled from being in bed,
My stuffy nose is, most likely, bright red.
In the dim morning light, wrinkles don't show.
If something’s different, I don't need to know.
My tresses got knotted from restless sleep,
Next time, I think I will try counting sheep.
The skin on my body, loosened by time,
keeps me from thinking I’m still in my prime.
Our youthful good looks don’t linger for long.
The urge to hold on is ever so strong.
It is good the mirror isn’t our judge.
Life moves by quickly, so on we must trudge
The prize is not for the glory of youth.
Time comes with wisdom, discernment, plus truth.
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