Mirror

Descriptive poem

Mirror, lie to me not
On this age of conquest
This wrinkled face awaits to be told
Time betrays if to be young is a crime
I mustered my strength in time
But flame on candle someday loses spark
I did found a light on the dark

Mirror, tell me what is not
On my teenage years you complimented me much
I have given life to life
And retire with wrinkled face
If death awaits what life will hold?
Is it not death life itself?
Scorned by my own reflection on dawning years
For death, human's were on race
Mirror does not reflect our fate nor destiny.