My Mirror
I stand and stare into the mirror
I stare into my eyes until I see
My past
My present
My future
I see my past
The good memories
The bad memories
I see the present
My eyes in which I stare into
Then I see the future
What is yet to come
Everything rushes by
Yet goes so slowly
Then I see the end
My death
I take no comfort in what I have learned
I stare into the mirror
And see a tear drop from my eye