In the mirror’s silent gaze, I see
The echoes of what used to be.
A face once young, now etched with time,
A story told in silent rhyme.
The glass reflects both joy and pain,
The laughter, tears, the loss, the gain.
Each line upon this aging face
A journey, a memory, a sacred place.
The mirror holds no judgment here,
Just truth unveiled, both bright and clear.
It shows the scars, the battles won,
The light of dawn, the setting sun.
In this reflection, I find peace,
A silent bond that will not cease.
For in the mirror’s honest light,
I see my soul, my endless fight.