mirror

I stand alone, staring into the mirror of life I see many faces, stricken by strife. And I wonder, isn’t life nothing more than a reflection? A rumination; nothing short of a revelation? The past flashes before my very eyes, Sometimes hard, sometimes nice. I see myself standing in a crowd I want to shout; to cry out aloud. I want to reach out; to warn the younger me, To implore him not to grow up into “me” I cling to the edges, clutching at thin air, Watching him curse life for being unfair....