Gaze into the mirror,
The reflection's not my own.
The dark long hair beforehand,
Acquired greyish tone.
The eyes that burned with hunger,
Have frozen out with ice,
The teeth once white and beaming,
Can be fixed but for a price.
I don't know quite what happened,
The stress and strain of life?
The work that stripped my soul out?
The betrayal by my wife?
There's one thing that is certain,
The reflection isn't me.
Just a picture of a life,
That didn't come for free.
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I'm with you Brian but remember, pain in our lives makes life real, the trick is growing from the pain we have endured.
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