drooping and wrinkling where once
it was youthful and vibrant.
The harsh reality is not worth
the time that has escaped me
to note the scars and blemishes
that mark my face like a rock slide
that tumbled down a mountainside.
It is a frightening image to see
every morning, the halitosis
fogging the shining glass as I peek
through to see frazzled hair
and rough skin patches.
I am not what I used to be and
it pains me to think that it gets worse
than what I see already
through the broken glass
of my bathroom mirror.
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