Saturday, July 9, 2011

I looked at the mirror...

I looked at the mirror
and I didn’t like what I see

Battles encountered along the journey
Reflect on the lines on the face
Golden linings upon the crown
Show the travel wasn’t a light one
And the eyes… the eyes speak
More than what the lips dare say

All of these can be hidden
By a jovial mask
A robe of achievements
And a tough armor of apathy

But once all alone
And all pretensions gone
The dragging of the feet continues
As fatigue starts to set in

I looked at the mirror
And I didn’t like what I see
While everybody can be fooled
Unfortunately, mirrors…
… mirrors don’t lie

July 9, 2011
5:40 p.m.
Angeles City