Silver hairs in the mirror reflect back at me
While I gaze in an effort to find and see
The paths I traveled that led to this place
Me, staring into mirror at a stranger’s face
I’m no longer young, but surely not yet old
Each day’s been too dear for the meager price sold
And yet each has bequeathed lasting value to me
By liberating my desires and setting me free
Free to chase the dreams I’ve dared
Free to choose the loves I’ve shared
With other souls who’ve laughed and cried
Lived and loved, hoped and died.
Copyright 2006 Marty Vandermolen All Rights Reserved
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