I see it in the mirror,
I see it in my face,
The calendar has carved
The passing of my days.
Reflected in the mirror
Are signs of years gone by,
But there behind reflection
A young girl lives inside.
I see it in the mirror
I see it in my eyes
A wisdom gained by trials
And experience and time.
I see it in the mirror
I see it in the lines
The marks of love and joy
That smiles have left behind.
I see it in the mirror
I see it in my face
The days and years gone by
A precious gift of grace.
2011 – G. K. Bostic
The Writings of G. K. Bostic 