Shattered Mirror
Dazed and Confused
Caught between what should be and what is.
At some point we all stand before the mirror to take a look
At all the achievements we have accomplished
Stand tall and proud for we are who we are
Sometimes as we stand in front of the mirror and so do others
We stare at the picture in the mirror
Think to ourselves wow that is a portion of me right there
Someday they too will stand here too, and see what I see
The beauty, the strength, and the wisdom passed down
From generation to generation
Sometimes the memories seem like yesterday
Smiling and grasping to that little child
Now they are grown with children of there own
Feeling useless and confused, going in circles in my head
Can’t focus on my intent or say what I feel
Now I stand before the mirror not seeing the same
Torn between memories and what is
The mirror seems so different now
I can only see bits and pieces of me
One minute I understand as we age this happens
Why me though, I go to church, I give to the needy
I have helped all I can
I know this wasn’t in the plan
It was to see my grandchildren graduate and remember it well
This mirror is so distorted from my dreams
As I stand here, I fight what I see
Not wanting to believe
As I turn and look, really look
I am not alone
I see my own beside me, looking into
My shattered mirror.
