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I look at myself
In the mirror
Is it with a sense of pity
Or some kind of horror?
Is it my obsession
With the self?
Is it looking for appreciation
Or is it some attempt to accept?
I look at myself in the mirror
I see the wrinkles gaining prominence
Do I see my youth slowly waning away?
Am I crossing over to the other side of fence
Where death closes in with life giving way?
I look at myself in the mirror
Am I trying to hold on?
Will I still get my chances
Or is it that my time is gone?
I look at myself in the mirror
I wonder if I have ever known
Was I supposed to have all my limbs intact?
Was I supposed to have a hairful of a head?
Is it not enough and a miraculous act
That all my veins still have in them flowing blood red?
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