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The mirror within me !
I look at myself in the mirror,
wonder why I am growing old so fast!
All my hair has turned grey now,
For how long my life will last!
Where have those young days gone ?
They seem to have gone past so soon!
Oh can’t they come back again
and make me feel over the moon?
I would make wise use of them,
Every day wake up early from bed.
Have love and respect for each day,
Rectify the mistakes that I have made.
All my fondest dreams and aspirations
that have remained unfilled till today,
To make them all come true
I shall work hard , come what may!
I shall then have no regrets to get old
as that is inevitable I know,
But I would like to get my work done first,
Let movement of each day be very slow.
'There is so little time I have in hand
And so much work yet to do!
Oh my bygone days - please come back
Please try, my dear – Won’t you?’
I hear some one laugh and answer
‘We are far and far away from you !
Sorry ,in no way we can come back,
It’s not possible to make you feel new!
As I continue to stand near the mirror,
My eyes get wet, my image looks hazy,
But soon I come back to my senses
And realize I was being too crazy.
I wipe my tears, say to myself
I won’t ever brood over the past,
This little effort makes me feel good,
drives away my sadness at last.
I sit on the couch, close my eyes,
see myself in the mirror within me.
That mirror reflects my true image
which apart from me none can see!