Looking in the mirror
What is to see?
This girl is no longer
She's a stranger to me
That face is so wise
Innocence futile
Realities ticking
But she's right on time I see
I do not know her
She's stranger
You see
And I have just met her
Though I'm looking at me
I like this poem..Its a beautiful contrast of then and now...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice little poem April. Well written.