Inspiring piece

The Mirror Man.

To be young again
Is not a possibility
For life has sculpted
What I am.
To return me
Would do me no favour
For my optimism
Would be crushed
By the doubt
That twice spent
Years bring.
To be young
And certain
Brings visage of joy
Slowly eroded
By a turning clock,
Which teaches
The accommodation
Of place.
And the acceptance
Of understandings.

But not always.


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