As the mirror looks back,
It has not a word to say.
It's been there before,
Even in younger days.
Same face, same guy,
That peers with two eyes.
Better that I am silent,
Than give him a surprise.
Soon enough he will notice
Where the creases begin.
The wrinkles that come with age,
He, like others, will win.
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