There is a face I sometimes see
Exploring memories of me
As I look into my mirror imaged face
© Copyright 1999, K.T.L./Whimsical1
02/25/99
When I look into the mirror, gazing back at me.
It is someone I recognize
Peering closely at me with my own eyes.
This girl I used to know
But it was such a very long time ago…
The things I used to know and love and be
Such a long, strange, twisted path
I've traveled, and here I am within the aftermath
Of my choices, some well made, some foolishly
Whether they were good or bad, they all were made by me.
I am relieved to see that of the tears there is no trace
And though, of course, there is regret
It pales against the pleasure, and even better yet
There's love and laughter, childrens' hearts to fill
The past is filled with gleaming color, and the future brighter still
