Reflection
Said the old man in the mirror to the young man in his heart: "Look at your watch. Time's ticking on. Soon we'll depart."
Said the young man inside him to the old guy in the glass: "Enjoy this shindig while we can! Time? Let it pass."
Said the anxious greyhair mildly to his lively inner spark: "Pretend that nothing's happening? Ignore the creeping dark?"
Replied the youthful spirit to that glum reflected shade: "Oh make the best of what we can. Things cannot be unmade."
George Simmers
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