Staring into the mirror, what have I become
As the wrinkles get deeper, I count one by one
The scars in my eyes
As I stand in fear of my past
That it catches up to my future and divides me like parts
A moment ago I was young and had goals
and now I stand fragile, as age takes its toll
I have an ambitious heart as my memories assure
I only care for the lessons, as it opens up doors
I fall short laying on clouds as I aimed for the stars
I battled through the storm now remain in the calm.
This mirror never lies, I remind myself daily
And will not allow wrinkles or gray hair to faze me
I’ve made it so far and still march on
As I know where I’m going and know where I’m from
I proudly stand firm, gladly take to the stage
As I quite gradually realize the beauty of age.
Another Fly On The Wall 