22, REFLECTIONS
I glanced in an old mirror the other night, what I saw was not a pretty site. In fact, it gave me a hell of a fright. The old mirror told a few tales, lots of wrinkles and a few trails.
Looking at myself, I may say, aging is no cause for dismay. A life well lived and a lot of giving, this is the purpose of my living. A mirror I call a reflection glass, reflecting on my life, not my class. No matter how rich or how poor, as I age the story unfolds.
I reflect on my life, what have I done? told my stories, one by one. I must go back to the mirror and have another look. It may be time to write a book.
I glanced in an old mirror the other night, what I saw was not a pretty site. In fact, it gave me a hell of a fright. The old mirror told a few tales, lots of wrinkles and a few trails.
Looking at myself, I may say, aging is no cause for dismay. A life well lived and a lot of giving, this is the purpose of my living. A mirror I call a reflection glass, reflecting on my life, not my class. No matter how rich or how poor, as I age the story unfolds.
I reflect on my life, what have I done? told my stories, one by one. I must go back to the mirror and have another look. It may be time to write a book.