The Mirror

Just the other day i was standing in this place.
Looking in the mirror at my young and youthful face.
Then out of no where my face begin to sag.
And around my eyes i noticed the bags.
I looked and my hands they were all wrinkled and old,everything about them was a story to be told.
my eyes rise back to the mirror again.
Just to notice something else had started to begin.
the hair on my head was gray and thin i just don,t remember why, how , and when.

I thought to my self where did all the time go.
i never noticed it myself till just a second ago.
as i stepped out the mirror to look back over my life.
it felt like some one was stabbing my knees with a knife.
i found my way to my rocker just in time trying
to ease the things that were going through my mind.
I set there trying to add up the years but before i could count i could feel the tears.so i eased  back over to mirror again knowing in a short time that  this would all end.the pain in my chest just would not go away so i closed my eyes and started to pray my god took me home where he wanted me to stay.so to all of you this is true when you look in the mirror its looking back at you.