Almost Free

The old man's weathered face glared at him From out of the antique oak mirror Each wrinkle a reminder of pain endured Over a lifetime of war and misery The mirror was his worst enemy Forever reminding him that his battle was not won His eyes searched out his soul In the antiquity of glass and wood Only to find the dread of loneliness His heart aching for a new love Still broken from unrequited love Could not endure this suffering life The old man cursed for he could not cry The tears would have washed away his anguish He tried praying but God was far too busy He tried dying but his time hadn't yet come So the old man glared at the antique oak mirror And what he saw bewildered him The wrinkled face was now smiling at him Reminding him that he had weathered the worst of storms And that the remainder of his life will be almost free