Mirrors

I gaze into the mirror
And I wonder,
Who is that person looking back at me?
When did she grow so tired?
When did her smile
Turn to anguish?
Life changes instantly.
I once skipped nonchalantly
Down my path.
Unconcerned with time--
Because it was casually on my side.
Now, I live a thousand years every day.
For once being so young in spirit,
I now feel old at heart.
And, I am sad.
I mourn my carefree self.
If I could meet her,
I would hold her tight
Squeeze her hand and wink.
I would tell her not to worry,
That she will have of time for that
Once the clock turns her page.

July 1, 2012