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I look in the mirror and am surprised.
Who is that looking back at me?
Why do wrinkles creep in around the eyes?
Why those few grey hairs suddenly?
Not old, not yet, I am aware,
But not twenty anymore for sure.
Feeling fresh as a kid at most days,
Except today when my body is sore.
Where did time go, I wonder, so fast.
Why did years slip through the cracks of who I am?
I can never turn the arms of the clock, I know.
Crushing my lifespan like a battering ram.
Who is that looking back at me?
Why do wrinkles creep in around the eyes?
Why those few grey hairs suddenly?
Not old, not yet, I am aware,
But not twenty anymore for sure.
Feeling fresh as a kid at most days,
Except today when my body is sore.
Where did time go, I wonder, so fast.
Why did years slip through the cracks of who I am?
I can never turn the arms of the clock, I know.
Crushing my lifespan like a battering ram.
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