Mirror of Old

Youthful glances, given before I knew I was young,
running forward into tomorrow, forever just begun.
And never was an ending, or change of circumstance,
the world it did embrace me, reflected in the mirror of then.
Now the one I look upon, the glass of life, reflecting every wrinkle and line. And the mirror of old was illusion only,
that of a moment in time. For permanence will dance before you,
never with reason or rhyme.
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Wisdom comes with aging as we live life; occasionally taking a glance into a mirror while we do.