In the mirror’s silent glow,
The stories etched on my face show.
Each line and scar, a tale to tell,
Of joy and sorrow, they dwell.
Reflections of a life well lived,
Every smile and frown, it gives.
The wrinkles of wisdom, earned with years,
In every curve, joy and tears.
The mirror speaks of days gone by,
Of love and loss, it can’t deny.
The laughter echoed, the tears shed,
On the canvas of life, they spread.
The silent mirror, a faithful friend,
Reflects the journey, beginning to end.
It holds the secrets deep within,
The silent witness to every sin.