It made me laugh
at myself;
That was a deadly mistake
Looking in the mirror
At my age!
reflections of old follies,
timidity, audacities;
delights and regrets,
successes and failures,
done undone deeds;
Ah, all that crap
which made me up
which cooked me up
into the present shape
yet I live with a complaining heart;
so many desires still unfulfilled,
so many wishes that got killed
by the ruthless hand of time;
What can I do now
with my aching and shaking body?
The destination seems round the corner
no friend, no foe besides
to keep the fire of my ambitions
kindled;
Yet, I made a fool of myself
by glancing in the mirror
Only to find the broken edifice
of life now to be lifted
and dumped by someone
into a shallow narrow ditch,
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