The Writings of G. K. Bostic

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