Reflections In The Looking Glass
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Juan Olivarez
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The reflections in the looking glass,
Make just one point to me.
Like withered, brown, and brittle grass,
How fast my youth did flee.
It seems like only yesterday, my friend,
When I was young and strong.
How quickly that all came to an end,
Those days are long since gone.
And now in the Autumn of my days,
I wonder if I did things right.
If I could have chosen different ways,
To have looked better in his sight.
6/4/11 Alton Texas
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